They could see her through the branches of the daphnes.
"I don't know," said Scrap.
"She is a lady, I take it," said Mr. Wilkins, "who would be
unlikely to have anything on her mind?"
"I should imagine so," said Scrap, smiling.
"If she has, and her restlessness appears to suggest it, I should
be more than glad to assist her with advice."
"I am sure you would be most kind."
"Of course she has her own legal adviser, but he is not on the
spot. I am. And a lawyer on the spot," said Mr. Wilkins, who
endeavoured to make his conversation when he talked to Lady Caroline
light, aware that one must be light with young ladies, "is worth two
in--we won't be ordinary and complete the proverb, but say London."
"You should ask her."
"Ask her if she needs assistance? Would you advise it? Would it
not be a little--a little delicate to touch on such a question, the
question whether or no a lady has something on her mind?"
"Perhaps she will tell you if you go and talk to her. I think it
must be lonely to be Mrs. Fisher."
"You are all thoughtfulness and consideration," declared Mr.
Wilkins, wishing, for the first time in his life, that he were a
foreigner so that he might respectfully kiss her hand on withdrawing to
go obediently and relieve Mrs. Fisher's loneliness.
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