"That's different!" snapped the solicitor. "She's an angel! It's only right to love an angel like winking when you spot her."
"I quite agree with you, and so I loved Mavis."
"Is this girl pretty?"
Haskins smiled to himself, as he had not yet informed Tod of the marvelous resemblance between the dancer and the recluse. "Yes, she is pretty!" he said calmly.
"Huh!" from Tod, "that doesn't sound enthusiastic."
"If you wish me to give details----"
"No! No!" Macandrew looked alarmed. "None of your beastly blank verse. I understand that you wish to consult me professionally."
"Well," replied Haskins leisurely, "I have been trying to ram that into your thick head for the last ten minutes."
"Clients," retorted Tod, with dignity, "do not call their legal advisers silly cuckoo names!" He arranged his blotting-paper, flattened out a sheet of paper, and seized a pencil. "You have my best attention."
Gerald grinned. Tod's professional airs were too absurd. All the same he knew that he could not come to a better man for advice. Also, Tod, being in love himself, was likely to be more sympathetic than a regular dry-as-dust lawyer.