Lady Dykes was a lady of a certain age, and of almost more than
a certain presence. She was one of those persons who are
constitutionally prone to lean--metaphorically!--upon some one
or something, and she leaned upon Messrs. McTavish & Brown
rather more than they altogether cared for. She consulted them
not only every week, but sometimes on each day of the week;
often on matters which had no connection with the law, and had
nothing to do with them either.
She had been known to ask their advice on the question of the
retention or dismissal of a cook. On one memorable occasion she
had actually written to them to learn if they thought that it
would be becoming for her to attend a drawing-room in a scarlet
satin gown. To make the matter worse, that letter was addressed
to Mr. McTavish in person. As it was a standing joke with Mr.
Brown, who allowed himself an indecorous latitude in matters of
real importance, that her ladyship had matrimonial designs upon
that well-seasoned bachelor, it was a painful moment to Mr.
McTavish when he learned that she requested his advice upon
what, to his thinking, was a matter of such singular delicacy.
On the afternoon on which Mrs. Gregory Lamb set out with Mr.
Luker to visit Messrs. McTavish & Brown, Lady Dykes was paying
one of her very numerous visits to her solicitors. She was
closeted with both partners in Mr. McTavish's private room, the
senior partner having insisted on summoning the junior to take
part in the inevitable conference, he having an almost morbid
disinclination to be left alone with her. McTavish had an
uncomfortable feeling, however much he might try to hide the
fact from Brown, that her ladyship was disposed to show herself
much more friendly when he had no one to keep him in
countenance. Had they dared, both men would have made it a
general rule to put her off on to one of their managing clerks,
but they had learned from experience that though the soul of
generosity she was quick to take offence, and, therefore, if she
would talk nonsense, all they could do was to make her pay for
it--which they did.
The time had arrived for her eldest hope, Eastman, to take up
his residence at the university. On the present occasion she had
called to renew, for the fiftieth time, the interminable
discussion as to what was the exact annual amount he was to be
allowed while there, and what exactly he was to do with it.
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