He laid his hands on her shoulders.
"I'll promise," said Euphrasia, solemnly.
He was silent for a moment, looking down at her.
"I want you to promise to stay here and take care of the Judge."
Fright crept into her eyes, but his own were smiling, reassuring.
"Take care of him!" she cried, the very mention of Hilary raising the pitch of her voice. "I guess I'll have to. Haven't I took care of him nigh on forty years, and small thanks and recompense I get for it except when you're here. I've wore out my life takin' care of him" (more gently). "What do you mean by makin' me promise such a thing, Austen?"
"Well," said Austen, slowly, "the Judge is worried now. Things are not going as smoothly with him as usual."
"Money?" demanded Euphrasia. "He ain't lost money, has he?"