"I hope, getting on well?" said Rose sweetly.
"Don't know," said Mr. Satterthwaite contentedly. "Don't know till we get out of the confusion. But I have the satisfaction of knowing it's getting on as well as it can get on, — from the hands it is in."
"Whose hands are they?" Elizabeth asked.
"In Mr. Landholm's. — He'll set it right, if anybody can. I know he will. Never saw such a fellow. Mrs. Haye — thank you — this bread and butter is all sufficient. Uncommon to have a friend for one's lawyer, and to know he is both a friend and a lawyer."
"Rather uncommon," said Elizabeth.
"Is Winthrop Landholm your friend?" said Rose dryly.
"Yes! The best friend I've got. I'd do anything in the world for that fellow. He deserves it."
"Mr. Satterthwaite," said Elizabeth, "that bread and butter isn't so good as these biscuits — try one."
"He don't deserve it from everybody!" said Rose, as Mr.
Satterthwaite gratefully took a biscuit.
"Why not?"