American fiction -- 20th century; Divorce -- Fiction; Married people -- Fiction; Rich people -- Fiction
interest in these two dear possessions made not only her duty plain but
her opportunity inspiring and almost golden. The mortification and
anguish of the past she would never be able to forget entirely, but she
would make the most of this new chance for world-service and happiness.
It had been necessary to sign some papers in order to convey her
interest in the equity of her house, and she went for the purpose to
the office of the mortgagee's lawyer. He was a young man, somewhat
over thirty, with a noticeably frank face and lucid utterance and kind,
intelligent eyes. As he handed her the six hundred and fifty dollars
it occurred to her that she would like to employ him to satisfy Emil's
obligation. She preferred not to have a personal interview with the
creditor lest she be obliged to listen to recriminations against her
husband, and she was loth to bother Mr. Prentiss. So she broached the
matter, stating briefly that it was a debt which her husband had
intended to pay before his departure. She had already discovered when
the papers were signed that the attorney was aware that she had been
deserted, and neither did she supply nor did he seek enlightenment
beyond the bare explanation offered. Nevertheless, it was obvious to
Constance, despite his professional reserve, that he was alive to the
import of the transaction for which she was employing him, and that it
had inspired in him more than a mere business interest. There was a
gentle deference in his manner which seemed to suggest that he knew he
was charged with a delicate mission and that he would fulfil it
scrupulously. She liked the straightforward simplicity of his address,
which was both emphasized and illuminated by the intelligent, amiable
glint of his eyes which indicated independence and humor, as well as
probity. As she rose to go, Constance realized that she had forgotten
his name, and was on the point of opening the receipt for the money
which he had given her, in order to ascertain it, when he reached out
and taking some cards from one of the pigeon-holes of his desk handed
them to her.
"I shall write to you the result of my interview, Mrs. Stuart, and send
you a written discharge. Here are a few of my business cards. I hope
that none of your neighbors will need the assistance of a lawyer, but
if they do, that is my profession, and I intend to do the best I can
for my clients."
There was a pleasant earnestness in his tone which saved his speech
from the effect of mere solicitation. It seemed to Constance as though
he had said not merely that he was eager to get on, but that he stood
ready to help those who like herself had need to bring their small
affairs to a sympathetic and upright counsellor. She had asked him
previously what his charge would be for securing a release of the claim
against Emil. He had hesitated for a moment and she had been
apprehensive lest he might say that it would be nothing, but he had
replied that it would be three dollars.
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