'You encounter all sorts.'
'Between ourselves,' Carling sank his tones to the indiscriminate, where it mingled with the roar of London.
'You do?' Fenellan hazarded a guess at having heard enlightened liberal opinions regarding the sex. 'Right!'
'Many!'
'I back you, Mr. Carling.'
The lawyer pushed to yet more confidential communication, up to the verge of the clearly audible: he spoke of examples, experiences. Fenellan backed him further.
'Acting on behalf of clients, you understand, Mr. Fenellan.'
'Professional, but charitable; I am with you.'
'Poor things! we—if we have to condemn—we owe them something.'
'A kind word for poor Polly Venus, with all the world against her! She doesn't hear it often.'