It was as though he had offered her a handkerchief. Tearful no longer,
but annoyed, she turned and sat down.
"You seem very original."
"It is absentmindedness, I think. I meant to ask, are you ever down near
the Stock Exchange?"
"That is where Mr. Lennox goes, isn't it?"
"There are others that frequent the neighbourhood. Among them is a
deacon named Dunwoodie."
"Isn't he the lawyer who acted for Mr. Lennox?"
"Now you mention it, I believe he is. Anyway, I wonder if you would care
to have him act for you?"