"I suppose Mrs. Arabin must have heard of the affair?" said Mr. Toogood.
"She had not done so when she last wrote. I mentioned it to her the other day, before I knew that she had left Paris. If my letters and her sister's letters have been sent on to her, she must know it now."
Then Mr. Toogood got up to take his leave. "You will excuse me for troubling you, I hope, Mr. Harding."
"Oh, sir, pray do not mention that. It is no trouble, if one could only be of any service."
"One can always try to be of service. In these affairs so much is to be done by rummaging about, as I always call it. There have been many theatrical managers, you know, Mr. Harding, who have usually made up their pieces according to the dresses they have happened to have in their wardrobes."
"Have there, indeed, now? I never should have thought of that."
"And we lawyers have to do the same thing."
"Not with your clothes, Mr. Toogood?"
"Not exactly with our clothes;—but with our information."
"I do not quite understand you, Mr. Toogood."