"Lady to see you, sir," bawled Archibald, bouncing
in from his anteroom. He had orders to always announce
immediately any
client that might come. There was no
sense in turning business away.
Lawyer Gooch took
client number one by the arm and
led him suavely into one of the adjoining rooms. "Favour
me by remaining here a few minutes, sir," said he. "I
will return and resume our
consultation with the least
possible delay. I am rather expecting a visit from a
very
wealthy old lady in
connection with a will. I will
not keep you
waiting long."
The breezy gentleman seated himself with obliging
acquiescence, aud took up a magazine. The
lawyerreturned to the middle office, carefully closing behind
him the connecting door.
"Show the lady in, Archibald," he said to the office
boy, who was a
waiting the order.
A tall lady, of commanding presence and
sternly hand-
some, entered the room. She wore robes -- robes; not
clothes -- ample and fluent. In her eye could be per-
ceived the lambent flame of
genius and soul. In her
hand was a green bag of the
capacity of a bushel, and an
umbrella that also seemed to wear a robe, ample and
fluent. She accepted a chair.
"Are you Mr. Phineas C. Gooch, the
lawyer?" she
asked, in
formal and unconciliatory tones.
"I am," answered Lawyer Gooch, without circum-
locution. He never circumlocuted when
dealing with
a woman. Women circumlocute. Time is wasted when
both sides in
debate employ the same tactics.
"As a
lawyer, sir," began the lady, "you may have
acquired some knowledge of the human heart. Do you
believe that the pusillanimous and petty conventions of
our
artificial social life should stand as an
obstacle in
the way of a noble and
affectionate heart when it finds its
true mate among the
miserable and
worthless wretches
in the world that are called men?"
"Madam," said Lawyer Gooch, in the tone that he
used in curbing his
femaleclients, "this is an office for
conducting the practice of law. I am a
lawyer, not a
philosopher, nor the editor of an 'Answers to the
Lovelorn'
column of a newspaper. I have other
clients
waiting. I will ask you kindly to come to the
point."
"Well, you needn't get so stiff around the gills about
it," said the lady, with a snap of her
luminous eves and
a
startling gyration of her
umbrella. "Business is what
I've come for. I want your opinion in the matter of a
suit for
divorce, as the
vulgar would call it, but which is
really only the readjustment of the false and
ignoble con-
ditions that the short-sihhted laws of man have interposed
between a
loving --"
"I beg your
pardon, madam," interrupted Lawyer
Gooch, with some
impatience, "for reminding you again
that this is a law office. Perhaps Mrs. Wilcox -- "
"Mrs. Wilcox is all right," cut in the lady, with a hint
of asperity. "And so are Tolstoi, and Mrs. Gertrude
Atherton, and Omar Khayyam, and Mr. Edward Bok.
I've read 'em all. I would like to discuss with you the
divine right of the soul as opposed to the freedom-destroy-
ing restrictions of a bigoted and narrow-minded society.
But I will proceed to business. I would prefer to lay
the matter before you in an
impersonal way until vou
pass upon its merits. That is to describe it as a sup-
posable
instance, without -- "
"You wish to state a hypothetical case?" said Lawyer
Gooch.
"I was going to say that," said the lady, sharply.
"Now, suppose there is a woman who is all soul and
heart and aspirations for a complete
existence. This
woman has a husband who is far below her in
intellect, in
taste -- in everything. Bah! he is a brute. He despises
literature. He sneers at the lofty thoughts of the world's
great thinkers. He thinks only of real
estate and such
sordid things. He is no mate for a woman with soul.
We will say that this
unfortunate wife one day meets
with her ideal -a man with brain and heart and force.