One of these days I may come into my own; I may be conducting the leading cases at the criminal bar; I may be--but it's not even one of my castles in the air." She smiled at his inconsequence.

"You seem to take it very lightly," she remarked.
"Why not?
Do you imagine I sit in chambers all day long, pining for the impossible which no alchemy of fate can apparently ever alter?
I'm also a journalist.

That's why I've come to see you." He spoke utterly at random.
"To see me ?" "Yes." The waitress was standing impatiently by the table, tapping her tray with her fingers.
"What are you going to have ?" he asked.
Sally snatched a swift glance at him.

Was he conscious that he was overruling her objections?
She saw no sign of it.

He looked up at her questioningly, waiting for her answer.
"I don't mind at all," she replied.