"We poor mortals find it difficult to understand that with you all that show of passionate earnestness is merely--what did you call it ?--a chapter in your day's work?
It is a great gift to be able to argue from the brain and plead as though from the heart." "We will not detain Mr.Ledsam," Oliver Hilditch interposed, a little hastily.

"He perhaps does not care to be addressed in public by a client who still carries with him the atmosphere of the prison.

My wife and I wondered, Mr.Ledsam, whether you would be good enough to dine with us one night.

I think I could interest you by telling you more about my case than you know at present, and it would give us a further opportunity, and a more seemly one, for expressing our gratitude." Francis had recovered himself by this time.

He was after all a man of parts, and though he still had the feeling that he had been through one of the most momentous days of his life, his savoir faire was making its inevitable reappearance.