At the same time the French vivacity discovered a kindred soul in Kitty; Mr.Sarrazin became her intimate friend in five minutes.

He listened to her and talked to her, as if the child had been his client, and fishing from the pier the business which had brought him from London.

To Mrs.Presty's disgust, he turned up a corner of the table-cloth, when he had finished his chop, and began to conjure so deftly with the spoons and forks that poor little Kitty (often dull, now, under the changed domestic circumstances of her life) clapped her hands with pleasure, and became the joyous child of the happy old times once more.

Mrs.Linley, flattered in her maternal love and her maternal pride, never thought of recalling this extraordinary lawyer to the business that was waiting to be discussed.
But Mrs.Presty looked at the clock, and discovered that her grandchild ought to have been in bed half-an-hour ago.
"Time to say good-night," the grandmother suggested.
The grandchild failed to see the subject of bed in the same light.

"Oh, not yet," she pleaded; "I want to speak to Mr.--" Having only heard the visitor's name once, and not finding her memory in good working order after the conjuring, Kitty hesitated.