In many of the books which Franka was now glancing over were places marked by her father’s marginal notes; some of them, made with pencil, were so pale that they were scarcely legible. Franka got a pen and ink and retraced the lines. While she was engaged in this work, she was interrupted by the entrance of the maid:—
“Excuse me, miss, there is a gentleman outside as wishes to speak to you.”
“Oh, yes, I was expecting him; please show him in.”
A comfortable-looking, well-dressed man of middle age entered. He bowed politely.
“Miss Garlett? I take the liberty ...”
“You have come to see about the books?”
“What books?”
“Were you not sent by the dealer?”
“No, miss. I take the liberty of introducing myself: Attorney Dr. Fixstern. It concerns a matter which is of the highest importance for you.”
“Oh, in regard to a situation—?”