The person was Mrs.Gallilee.
Mrs.Gallilee, at seven o'clock in the evening! Mrs.Gallilee, without a previous appointment by letter! Mr.Mool trembled under the apprehension of some serious family emergency, in imminent need of legal interference.

He submitted as a matter of course.

"Show the lady in." Before a word had passed between them, the lawyer's mind was relieved.
Mrs.Gallilee shone on him with her sweetest smiles; pressed his hand with her friendliest warmth; admired the nosegay with her readiest enthusiasm.

"Quite perfect," she said--"especially the Pansy.

The round flat edge, Mr.Mool; the upper petals perfectly uniform--there is a flower that defies criticism! I long to dissect it." Mr.Mool politely resigned the Pansy to dissection (murderous mutilation, he would have called it, in the case of one of his own flowers), and waited to hear what his learned client might have to say to him.
"I am going to surprise you," Mrs.Gallilee announced.