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II.3. Juliet Asks Questions
"Any place," the girl exclaimed as she entered, "more unlike a solicitor's office, I never
saw! Flowers outside and flowers on your desk, Mr. Pengarth! Don't you have to
apologize to your clients for your surroundings? There's absolutely nothing, except the
brass plate outside, to show that this isn't an old-fashioned farmhouse, stuck down in the
middle of a village. Fuchsias in the window sill, too!"
He placed a chair for her, and laid down the deed which he had been examining, with a
little sigh of relief. It really was very hard work pretending to be busy.
"You see, Miss Juliet," he explained with twinkling eyes, "my clients are all country folk,
and it makes them feel more at home to find a lawyer's office not very different from
their own parlor."
She nodded.
"What would the great man say?" she inquired, pointing to the rows of black tin boxes
which lined the walls.
"Sir Wingrave Seton is never likely to come here again, I am afraid," he answered. "If he
did, I don't think he'd mind. To tell you the truth, I'm rather proud of my office, young
She looked around.
"They are nice," she said decidedly, "but unbusinesslike."
"You're going to put up the pony and stay to lunch, of course?" he said. "I'll ring for the
She stopped him.
"Please don't!" she exclaimed. "I have come to see you--on business!"
Mr. Pengarth, after his first gasp of astonishment, was a different man. He fumbled about
on the desk, and produced a pair of gold spectacles, which he adjusted with great nicety
on the edge of his very short nose.
"On business, my dear!" he repeated. "Well, well! To be sure! Is it Miss Harrison who
has sent you?"