He looked up as his hoped-for client entered, and flushed redly in the face with suppressed vexation as he saw that it was only a working man after all--"Some fellow wanting a debt collected," he decided, pushing away his papers with a rather irritated movement.

However, in times when legal work was so scarce, it did not serve any good purpose to show anger, so, smoothing his ruffled brow, he forced a reluctantly condescending smile, as his office-boy, having ushered in the visitor, left the room.
"Good afternoon, my man!" he said, with a patronising air.

"What can I do for you ?" "Well, not so very much, sir," and Helmsley took off his hat deferentially, standing in an attitude of humility.

"It's only a matter of making my Will,--I've written it out myself, and if you would be so good as to see whether it is all in order, I'm prepared to pay you for your trouble." "Oh, certainly, certainly!" Here Mr.Owlett took off his spectacles and polished them.

"I suppose you know it's not always a wise thing to draw up your own Will yourself?
You should always let a lawyer draw it up for you." "Yes, sir, I've heard that," answered Helmsley, with an air of respectful attention--"And that's why I've brought the paper to you, for if there's anything wrong with it, you can put it right, or draw it up again if you think proper.