“‘A friend in need is a friend indeed,’” he said, as he closed the drawer. “It may be imagination, but when one has a fortune, a goodly home, and a pretty girl waiting to call one ‘hub,’ a fellow wants to live as long as he can. If it’s fancy, why, there’s no harm done.”
As he spoke, the face at the window was still watching, but so far from the pane as to be invisible from within.
Chapter Seventeen.
Legal Advice.
“Hullo! What do you want? Never sent for you.”
“No,” said Doctor Lawrence gruffly, “I came without,” and he seated himself in one of the old, worn, leather covered chairs in the lawyer’s private room at Lincoln’s Inn.
“But I’m right as a trivet, Lawrence, and if I was not, I should not consult you.”
“I know that. You never did.”