“I beg Mr. Craggs’s pardon,” said the client. “After all, my iron-headed friends,” he leaned forward in his chair, and dropped his voice a little, “you don’t know half my ruin yet.”
Mr. Snitchey stopped and stared at him. Mr. Craggs also stared.
“I am not only deep in debt,” said the client “but I am deep in—”
“Not in love!” cried Snitchey.
“Yes!” said the client, falling back in his chair, and surveying the Firm with his hands in his pockets. “Deep in love.”
“And not with an heiress, Sir?” said Snitchey.
“Not with an heiress.”
“Nor a rich lady?”
“Nor a rich lady that I know of—except in beauty and merit.”
“A single lady, I trust?” said Mr. Snitchey, with great expression.