"Hum! Ha!" The great man sat down and looked at Cassy. He looked many
things but he said very few. "My dear young lady, familiar as you are
with Latin, with law and with literature, who am I to remind you that
chickens should first be hatched? Your rights may be contested. The
Paliser Case, as it will be called, may----"
"The Paliser Case!" interjected Jones, who could see the headline from
where he sat. "Shade of Blackstone! It will be famous! It will be
filmed! The eminent jurist here will be screened and you, too, my lady."
Balefully Dunwoodie shot a glance at the inkbeast and another at Cassy.
"It may last some time. I have no doubt of the result. None whatever.
But in spite of your legal knowledge I suggest that you have associate
counsel. Now, permit me to ask, would you care to retain me or would
you prefer some one else?"
Cassy, who had dried her eyes, looked at him and it was remarkable how
pretty she looked.
"Why, no, Mr. Dunwoodie, I would much rather have you, only----"
Uncertainly she paused.