He told Mr.Kenge that the Chancellor would be up in five minutes; and presently we heard a bustle and a tread of feet, and Mr.Kenge said that the Court had risen and his lordship was in the next room.
The gentleman in the bag wig opened the door almost directly and requested Mr.Kenge to come in.

Upon that, we all went into the next room, Mr.Kenge first, with my darling--it is so natural to me now that I can't help writing it; and there, plainly dressed in black and sitting in an arm-chair at a table near the fire, was his lordship, whose robe, trimmed with beautiful gold lace, was thrown upon another chair.

He gave us a searching look as we entered, but his manner was both courtly and kind.
The gentleman in the bag wig laid bundles of papers on his lordship's table, and his lordship silently selected one and turned over the leaves.
"Miss Clare," said the Lord Chancellor.

"Miss Ada Clare ?" Mr.Kenge presented her, and his lordship begged her to sit down near him.

That he admired her and was interested by her even I could see in a moment.