She interrupted.
“I think there are, too many questions,” she said. “I lose patience with you sometimes. Often and often I have known of your refusing cases which other lawyers have taken and won.”
“Meaning Brother Daniels?” He asked it with a smile, but with some sarcasm in his tone. Both he and Miss Rowes seemed to have forgotten that the captain and Thankful were present.
“Why, yes. Mr. Daniels has accepted cases which you have refused. No one thinks the less of him for it. He will accept your cousin's retainer if you don't.”
“I presume he will. That would be the practical thing to do, and he prides himself on his practicality.”
“Practicality is not altogether bad. It is often necessary in this practical world. What case is Mr. Kendrick likely to put in your hands which you would hesitate to undertake?”
“None that I know of. But if he did, I—”
“You could refuse to take it.”
“Why, not easily. I should have accepted his retainer and that, according to legal etiquette, would make me honor bound to—”
She interrupted again. Her patience was almost gone, that was plain. For the matter of that, so was Captain Obed's.