The lawyer opened his pocket-book and took out a newspaper cutting, which he handed to his companion. "I found that at Barrie," he said, "and trust I have not taken too great a liberty in constituting myself your solicitor, and opening correspondence with Mr. MacSmaill, W.S., regarding your interests."
"It was very kind of you," she answered; "do you think it will bring us any money, Mr. Coristine?"
"Yes; it must bring some, as it is directed to heirs. How much, depends upon the wealth of your father's family."
"They were very wealthy. Papa told mamma to write home to them, but she would not. She is too independent for that."
"Will you sanction my action, and allow me to work this case up? Your mother cannot be an heir, you know, save in a roundabout way; so that you, being of age, are sole authority in the matter."
"How do you know I am of age?"
"I don't; but thought that, perhaps, you might be, seeing you are so mature and circumspect in your ways."
"Thank you for the doubtful compliment. I am of age, however."
"Then will you authorize me to proceed?"
"With all my heart."