"Yes," said Edward Henry, protestingly. "And a pretty penny it would cost me! And supposing I lost, after all?... You never know. There's a much easier way than going to law,"
"What is it?"
"As I say—you exert your influence, Lady Woldo. Write and tell them I've seen you and you insist—"
"Eh! Bless you! They'd twist me round their little finger. I'm not a fool, but I'm not very clever—I know that. I shouldn't know whether I was standing on my head or my heels by the time they'd done with me. I've tried to face them out before—about things."
"Who—Mr. Wrissell, or Slossons?"
"Both? Eh, but I should like to put a spoke in Mr. Wrissell's wheel—gentleman as he is. You see he's just one of those men you can't help wanting to tease. When you're on the road you meet lots of [176] 'em."
"I tell you what you can do!"
"What?"
"Write and tell Slossons that you don't wish them to act for you any more, and you'll go to another firm of solicitors. That would bring 'em to their senses."
"Can't! They're in the will. He settled that. That's why they're so cocky."