"You seem to know your way about this place," she said, as she unbuttoned her gloves.
"I was here once on business. And I never forget places."
"Five times since we left the Park we have met people that you knew."
"Yes. Queer coincidence, isn't it?"
"And they were all wealthy-looking people."
"Clients," he said dreamily. "All clients." Then, with an awakening interest, "Will you have tea or coffee?"
"Tea, please. And they all smiled and bowed to you just as if they had been your personal friends."
"Well, you know, it's like this. I've had to deal with them in some very important family matters—dark secrets. They possibly have the feeling that it is better to be on good terms with me—that I shall be more careful not to talk about their secrets, you know."
Even as the young man said it he was aware of the remarkable feebleness of it. So apparently was the girl.
"But I thought solicitors never talked about their clients' business," she said.