Leslie.
I’m not thinking about London.
Wilfrid Brudenell.
[Addressing Hugh.] That’s an odd picture for a lawyer’s musty office.
Hugh Murray.
Ay—imagine what would become of a plain matter-of-fact lawyer, sitting here scribbling day after day, if he could never get that vision out of his eyes.
Wilfrid Brudenell.
Rather bad for his clients, eh?
Hugh Murray.