The old man turned suddenly and saw her.

She stood back again; there was a shrinking stiffness about her attitude, but she looked him full in the face.
"Why, good-day!" he exclaimed.

"Good-day, madam.

I didn't hear you come in." Mrs.Field murmured a good-day in return.
"Take a seat, madam." The lawyer had risen, and was advancing toward her.

He was a small, sharp-eyed man, whose youthful agility had crystallized into a nervous pomposity.