"Good morning, Mr. Fielding!" said a small voice, somewhere below him.
"I am engaged!" he growled.
"But I have come on legal business," persisted the voice.
"Who in the world are you—a kobold—or—or—May Brooke! What on earth brought you here?" he exclaimed, pushing back his glasses.
"I have come about that will of my uncle's, sir," said May, demurely.
"Come to your senses at last," said the lawyer, chuckling with triumph.
"I wish to take the most decided measures to set aside my uncle's first will, having in my possession the most decided proof that I did not burn the last one," she said, in her quiet way.
"Proof, eh! I wonder if your proof will stand the test of the law?"
"I should think so. But I can impart nothing more on the subject until you promise me, on your word of honor, to ask me no questions. I will promise you, on the other hand, to tell you all that is necessary on the subject," said May, earnestly.
"Heaven save us, when women begin with law! My dear little foolish child, I am not the Law; I am only its minister, and am bound, under oath, to perform its functions faithfully," said Mr. Fielding, opening his eyes wide with astonishment at May's strange proposition.