He had white hair, to which the sunlight coming through the west window gave a red-gold tinge.
Mrs.Field stood still, just inside the door.

Apart from anything else, the room itself had a certain awe-inspiring quality for her.
She had never before been in a lawyer's office.

She was fully possessed with the rural and feminine ignorance and holy fear of all legal appurtenances.

From all her traditions, this office door should have displayed a grinning man or woman trap, which she must warily shun.
She eyed the dusty oil-cloth--the files of black books--the chairs--the man at the desk, with his gilded white head.

He wrote on steadily, and never stirred for a minute.