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"Slammed him good and hard," returned Griffin succinctly. "Told him he was fifteen different sorts of a lobster.","Sounds like you were prescribing for yourself," retorted Judith with a flash of intuition. "You look just as——","As if I'd publish it on the housetops!" she cried in infinite disdain. "It's plain you aren't much up in detective stories.",Her eyes sought the pale pure outline of Elinor's profile, caught between the intervening faces, and held it during the brief explanatory speech, wherein Mr. Benton paid his tribute to Elinor's generous silence, and apologized in the name of the Board for the unjust accusation. She saw the wave of color sweep over it at the commendatory words, and the dark eyes fall under the shame of the hinted treachery of the unnamed student whose face was in every one's mind. Then at the next words she saw the light flash into full radiance, as Mr. Benton, with something in his extended hand, turned full toward Elinor where she sat.,"What do you say, Mr. Sarby?" asked Etwald, turning to the lawyer.,"And Dido?",She paused for some sign, and Patricia in her corner was delighted at the Babel which answered her. Cries of "Of course we will!" "Dee-lighted!" "Take all the time you want!" mingled with applause and stamping, until Elinor could not forbear a laugh.,"What! Have you spoken to her?",Elinor sat looking at him with her eyes shining, and then she drew a quick breath.,Guide the skilful hand and eye,,"Well, of all people in the world!" she cried delightedly to the newcomers. "Where did you come from? Why aren't you in Paris? And where's Mr. Bingham?","It doesn't matter just for tonight, does it, Mama Shelly?" she asked with pretty deference. "There are going to be such a lot of nights to go to bed early in.".