Hil. Oh, sir! I—I—
Dol. It’s no use! It’ll cost you two hundred dollars to look at me. Take my advice and go home and leave law alone. I dismiss the case. I’ll not charge you a cent for that advice. Don’t you say another word—good day! [Waves his hand. He busies himself among his papers. Hilda wrings her hands. After a pause.] Well, why don’t you say something? What’s your name?
Hil. Hilda Wallace, sir!
Dol. Humph! Trying to raise a subscription for an able-bodied invalid, I suppose?
Hil. Oh, no, sir! I come to see if you could not help a poor girl out of a sad trouble.
Dol. [Aside.] I thought so! Trying to work the sympathetic dodge. [To Hilda.] What! Do you want to get a divorce?
Hil. No, sir! I came to see if you could find out who my parents are, and, also, whether I am married or not.
Dol. Lord, bless us! The girl must be crazy!
Hil. [At desk.] Oh, sir! just listen to my story, and I know that you will be able to help me in this, my sore trouble.
Dol. [Crosses to R., pulls forward two chairs, and motions Hilda to be seated.] Well, well! go on! [Aside.] There’s the morning’s court business, and not a thing done. [Hilda sits L. C. Dollerclutch R. C.]