酷兔英语

章节正文
文章总共2页
"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 lawyer

returned to the middle office, carefully closing behind



him the connecting door.

"Show the lady in, Archibald," he said to the office



boy, who was awaiting 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.




文章总共2页
文章标签:名著  

章节正文