As it was, his professional experience warned him of the imprudence of speaking too soon.
Mrs.Galilee's exultation forced its way outwards.

Her eyes glittered; her voice rose.

"The law, Mr.Mool! what does the law say ?" she broke out.

"Is my brother's Will no better than waste-paper?
Is the money divided among his only near relations?
Tell me! tell me!" Mr.Mool suddenly plunged his face into his vase of flowers.

Did he feel that the air of the office wanted purifying?
or was he conscious that his face might betray him unless he hid it?
Mrs.Galilee was at no loss to set her own clever interpretation on her lawyer's extraordinary proceeding.
"Take your time," she said with the most patronising kindness.