square; and wending his way there, he met the judge at the door.
"Oh, my dear friend!" he exclaimed. "My dear friend!"
"What 's the matter? What has happened to you?" asked Mr. Liakos, anxiously.
"What has happened to me? Something I never dreamed of! I 've just asked Mr. Mitrophanis for the hand of his elder daughter, and instead of—"
"You asked him for his daughter's hand?"
"Yes. Is there anything so very astonishing in that?"
"Why, did n't you tell me yesterday that—"
"Well, what if I did? During the night I thought it over, and became convinced that I ought to get married, and that I never shall find a better wife."
"Listen, Plateas," said Mr. Liakos, obviously much moved. "I understand your sudden conversion, because I understand you; but I can't let you make such a sacrifice."
"What sacrifice? Who said anything about sacrifice? I have made up my mind to get married, because I want to get married; and I will get married, and if her father refuses his consent I 'll run away with her!" And he gave a lively account of his meeting with Mr. Mitrophanis.
The judge smiled as he listened, for he, too, had been thinking of this match ever since the night
