"That's just why I'm going to him," said Miss Lambert.
"But it's against all the rules of everything. I'm not sure that it wouldn't be considered tampering with—um—Justice."
"It's not a question of justice, it's a question of common-sense," said Miss Lambert.
"Exactly," said Verneede, "common-sense; if this Mr—er—the uncle of my friend Leavesley, is endowed with common-sense and a sense of justice—yes, justice and a feeling for beauty——"
"Oh, do stop!" said Leavesley, the prosaic vision of James Hancock rising before him.
"What on earth do lawyers know of justice or beauty or——"
"If they don't," replied Fanny, "it's quite time they were taught."
"Quite," concurred Verneede.
When certain chemicals are brought into juxtaposition certain results result. So it is with brains. Mr Leavesley for a moment sat contemplating the crazy plan propounded by Mr Verneede. Then he broke into a laugh. His imagination pictured the interview between Miss Lambert and his uncle.