A young lady is in my room waiting to see you, Mr. Murray. She brings a card of Mr. Wilfrid’s with your name on it in his writing. WILFRID BRUDENELL. Oh, I am so glad she has called! Mr. Murray, I’ve found your firm a new client. HUGH MURRAY. Indeed--thank you--thank you. In a few moments, Mr. Ephgraves. [_EPHGRAVES goes into the inner office._] WILFRID BRUDENELL. It’s quite a romance, isn’t it, Leslie? LESLIE. Oh, don’t speak to me, please, dear. WILFRID BRUDENELL. When Leslie and I arrived at Paddington Station last night, a solitary young lady got out of the next compartment. Les, wasn’t she gentle and pretty? LESLIE. Yes--yes. There’s a button off my glove. [_PRISCILLA hastily produces needle and thread and commences stitching the glove._] WILFRID BRUDENELL. The poor little thing seemed quite lost in the crowd and bustle and at last, pushed about by the porters and passengers, she sat herself down to cry. We asked if we could help her. Do you remember how pretty she looked then, Les? LESLIE. I can’t remember anything till I have been married a little while. Do be quick, Priscilla. WILFRID BRUDENELL. Well, what do you think the poor little lady wanted? She wanted to find the cleverest man in London, some one to advise her on an awfully important matter. Leslie said _I_ was clever, didn’t you, Les? LESLIE. Yes, but I _thought_ of Mr. Renshaw. WILFRID BRUDENELL. But, said I, “I know what you really need--a lawyer,” and I gave her my card to present to Mr. Hugh Murray, of Cheal and Murray, Furnival’s Inn. HUGH MURRAY. Thank you--thank you. WILFRID BRUDENELL. [_To himself._] I wish I could find her here when we come back. [_CHEAL bustles into the room._] MR. CHEAL. Now then, my dear, are you ready? LESLIE. Ready! You had better say farewell to Miss Leslie Brudenell, Mr. Murray; you will never see her again. HUGH MURRAY. Good-bye. LESLIE. Come to my wedding. HUGH MURRAY. I--I am busy. [_He turns away and sits at his desk._] LESLIE. [_To herself._] I wonder whether the world will be of the same colour when I am married? Mr. Murray seems changing already. MR. CHEAL. My dear! [_CHEAL offers his arm to LESLIE, who, as she takes it, looks appealingly at HUGH, but he will not notice her._] LESLIE. Mr. Murray! Mr. Murray! [_She leaves the room on CHEAL’S arm, attended by PRISCILLA._] WILFRID BRUDENELL. I say, we shan’t be long getting married. I wish you could detain the young lady till I return. HUGH MURRAY. Yes--yes. WILFRID BRUDENELL. It’s of no consequence, you know. [_WILFRID runs out after the wedding party._] HUGH MURRAY. She is going. [_He goes to the window and looks out._] Ah! They have taken her away. The Inn is empty. [_EPHGRAVES enters._] EPHGRAVES. H’m! Mr. Murray. HUGH MURRAY. They have gone, Ephgraves. EPHGRAVES. Yes. [_Handing him a slip of paper._] Will you see the young lady now? HUGH MURRAY. Certainly. [_EPHGRAVES goes out._] HUGH MURRAY.