She was known to have had a clever barrister cousin who for some reasons best known to himself had of late kept in the background--ill-health, said some; an unfortunate love affair, said another.

But his pamphlet on the White Slave Traffic on the Continent showed that he was still at work.

Vivie was thought to be fully equal in her knowledge of the law to her cousin, though not allowed to qualify for the Bar.

Case after case was referred to her with the hope that if she could not solve it, she might submit it to her cousin's judgment.

In this way, excellent legal advice was forthcoming which drove the Home Office officials from one quandary to another.
But Vivie in the spring of 1910, looking back on nearly twelve months of womanly life (save for David's summer of continental travel) decided that she didn't like being a woman, so far as Woman was dressed in 1910 and for three or four hundred years previously.
As "David" this had been more or less her costume: an undershirt (two, in very cold weather), a pair of pants coming down to the ankle, and well-fitting woollen socks on the feet.