It was in the way of business.

As Mr.Quiddy, the confidential counsel of the late lamented Mr.Burt, looked at Mrs.Alfred Dinks, he remarked to Mr.
Baze, a younger member of the bar, anxious to appear well in the eyes of Quiddy, that it was a pity the friends of deceased parties permitted their disappointments to overpower them upon these occasions.

Saying which, Mr.Quiddy waved his forefinger in the air, while Mr.Baze, in a deferential manner and tone, answered, Certainly, because they could not help themselves.

There was no getting round a will drawn as that will was--here a slight bow to Mr.Quiddy, who had drawn the will, was interpolated--and if people didn't like what they got, they had better grin and bear it.

Mr.Quiddy further remarked, with the forefinger still wandering in the air as if restlessly seeking for some argument to point, that the silver shoe-buckles which had so long been identified with the quaint costume of Mr.Burt, would be a very pretty and interesting heir-loom in the family of young Mr.Dinks.
Upon which the eminent confidential counsel took snuff, and while he flirted the powder from his fingers looked at his young friend Baze.
Young Mr.Baze said, "Very interesting!" and continued the attitude of listening for further wisdom from his superior.
Lawrence Newt meanwhile had narrowly watched his niece Fanny.