The judge at this lost patience. "Am I to understand that you positively
_cultivate_ vagueness and water it with your tears?"
"Yes"--the culprit was at least honest--"I should rather say I do. And I
want you to let me. Do let me."
"It's apparently more then than Miss Gaw does!"
"Yes"--Gray again considered; "she seems to know more or less what she's
worth, and she tells me that I can't even begin to approach it."
"Very crushing of her!" his friend laughed. "You 'make the pair', as
they say, and you must help each other much. Her 'loathing' it exactly
is--since we know all about it!--that gives her a frontage as wide as
the Capitol at Washington. Therefore your comparison proves
little--though I confess it would rather help us," Horton pursued, "if
you could seem, as you say, to have asked one or two of the questions
that I should suppose would have been open to you.
"Asked them of Mr. Crick, you mean?"
"Well, yes--if you've nobody else, and as you appear not to have been
able to have cared to look at the will yourself."
Something like a light of hope, at this, kindled in Gray's face. "Would
_you_ care to look at it, Vinty?"