As soon as they were seated in the refuge which the old gentleman found, he turned upon her.
"What are you trying to do to that young man?"
"Nothing," said she with slanted eyes.
"Don't look at me that way. It's a waste of good material. Remember, he's my client and I'm bound to protect his interests. Are you trying to drive him mad?"
Little Miss Grouch's wrongs swept over her memory. "He said I was homely. And red-nosed. And had a voice like a sick crow. And he called me Little Miss Grouch. I'm getting even," she announced with delicate satisfaction.
The old man cackled with glee. "Blind as well as dumb! There's a little godling who is also blind and—well, you know the proverb: 'When the blind lead the blind, both shall fall in the ditch.' Look well to your footsteps, O Princess."
"Is that legal advice?"
"Oh, that reminds me! You don't chance to have any documentary proof of your birth, do you?"
"With me? Gracious, no! People don't travel with the family Bible, do they?"
"They ought to, in melodrama. And this is certainly some ten-twenty-thirty show! Wise people occasionally have passports."