Mr. Twist didn't like this either, and said briefly that he had had no choice.
The lawyer said, "Quite so. Quite so," and continued to look at him intelligently.
Mr. Twist then explained that he had come to him rather than, as might have been more natural, to the solicitor who had arranged the purchase of the cottage because this was a private and personal matter—
"Quite so. Quite so," interrupted the lawyer, with really almost too much intelligence.
Mr. Twist felt the excess of it, and tried to look dignified, but the lawyer was bent on being friendly and frank. Friendliness was natural to him when visited for the first time by a new client, and that there should be frankness between lawyers and clients he considered essential. If, he held, the client wouldn't be frank, then the lawyer must be; and he must go on being so till the client came out of his reserve.
Mr. Twist, however, was so obstinate in his reserve that the lawyer cheerfully and unhesitatingly jumped to the conclusion that the entourage must have some very weak spots about it somewhere.
"There's another way out of it of course, Mr. Twist," he said, when he had done rapidly describing the different steps to be taken. There were not many steps. The process of turning oneself into a guardian was surprisingly simple and swift.
"Out of it?" said Mr. Twist, his spectacles looking very big and astonished. "Out of what?"
"Out of your little difficulty. I wonder it hasn't occurred to you. Upon my word now, I do wonder."
"But I'm not in any little diff—" began Mr. Twist.