'Well, you needn't get so stiff around the gills about it,' said the lady, with a snap of her luminous eves and a startling gyration of her umbrella. 'Business is what I've come for. I want your opinion in the matter of a suit for divorce, as the vulgar would call it, but which is really only the readjustment of the false and ignoble con- ditions that the short-sihhted laws of man have interposed between a loving --'
'I beg your pardon, madam,' interrupted Lawyer Gooch, with some impatience, 'for reminding you again that this is a law office. Perhaps Mrs. Wilcox -- '
'Mrs. Wilcox is all right,' cut in the lady, with a hint of asperity. 'And so are Tolstoi, and Mrs. Gertrude Atherton, and Omar Khayyam, and Mr. Edward Bok. I've read 'em all. I would like to discuss with you the divine right of the soul as opposed to the freedom-destroy- ing restrictions of a bigoted and narrow-minded society. But I will proceed to business. I would prefer to lay the matter before you in an impersonal way until vou pass upon its merits. That is to describe it as a sup- posable instance, without -- '
'You wish to state a hypothetical case?' said Lawyer Gooch.
'I was going to say that,' said the lady, sharply. 'Now, suppose there is a woman who is all soul and heart and aspirations for a complete existence. This woman has a husband who is far below her in intellect, in taste -- in everything. Bah! he is a brute. He despises literature. He sneers at the lofty thoughts of the world's great thinkers. He thinks only of real estate and such sordid things. He is no mate for a woman with soul. We will say that this unfortunate wife one day meets with her ideal -a man with brain and heart and force. She loves him. Although this man feels the thrill of a new-found affinity he is too noble, too honourable to declare himself. He flies from the presence of his beloved. She flies after him, trampling, with superb indifference, upon the fetters with which an unenlightened social system would bind her. Now, what will a divorce cost? Eliza Ann Timmins, the poetess of Sycamore Gap, got one for three hundred and forty dollars. Can I -- I mean can this lady I speak of get one that cheap?'
'Madam,' said Lawyer Gooch, 'your last two or three sentences delight me with their intelligence and clearness. Can we not now abandon the hypothetical and come down to names and business?'
'I should say so,' exclaimed the lady, adopting the practical with admirable readiness. 'Thomas R. Bil- lings is the name of the low brute who stands between the happiness of his legal -- his legal, but not his spiri- tual -- wife and Henry K. Jessup, the noble man whom nature intended for her mate. I,' concluded the client, with an air of dramatic revelation, 'am Mrs. Billings!'
'Gentlemen to see you, sir,' shouted Archibald, invad- ing the room almost at a handspring. Lawyer Gooch arose from his chair.
'Mrs. Billings,' he said courteously, 'allow me to conduct you into the adjoining office apartment for a few minutes. I am expecting a very wealthy old gentleman on busines connected with a will. In a very short while I will join you, and continue our consultation.'
With his accustomed chivalrous manner, Lawyer Gooch ushered his soulful client into the remaining unoccupied room, and came out, closing the door with circumspection.
The next visitor introduced by Archibald was a thin, nervous, irritable-looking man of middle age, with a worried and apprehensive expression of countenance. He carried in one hand a small satchel, which he set down upon the floor beside the chair which the lawyer placed for him. His clothing was of good quality, but it was worn without regard to neatness or style, and appeared to be covered with the dust of travel.
'You make a specialty of divorce cases,' he said, in, an agitated but business-like tone.
'I may say,' began Lawyer Gooch, 'that my prac- tice has not altogether avoided -- '
'I know you do,' interrupted client number three. 'You needn't tell me. I've heard all about you. I have a case to lay before you without necessarily disclosing any connection that I might have with it -- that is -- '
'You wish,' said Lawyer Gooch, 'to state a hvpo- thetical case.
'You may call it that. I am a plain man of business. I will be as brief as possible. We will first take up hypothetical woman. We will say she is married uncon- genially. In many ways she is a superior woman. Phys- ically she is considered to be handsome. She is devoted to what she calls literature -- poetry and prose, and such stuff. Her husband is a plain man in the business walks of life. Their home has not been happy, although the husband has tried to make it so. Some time ago a man -- a stranger -- came to the peaceful town in which they lived and engaged in some real estate operations. This woman met him, and became unaccountably infatu- ated with him. Her attentions became so open that the man felt the community to be no safe place for him, so he left it. She abandoned husband and home, and followed him. She forsook- her home, where she was provided with every comfort, to follow this man who had inspired her with such a strange affection. Is there any- thing more to be deplored,' concluded the client, in a trembling voice, 'than the wrecking of a home by a woman's uncalculating folly?'
Lawyer Gooch delivered the cautious opinion that there was not.
'This man she has gone to join,' resumed the visitor, 'is not the man to make her happy. It is a wild and foolish self-deception that makes her think he will. Her husband, in spite of their many disagreements, is the only one capable of dealing with her sensitive and peculiar nature. But this she does not realize now.'
'Would you consider a divorce the logical cure in the case you present?' asked Lawyer Gooch, who felt that the conversation was wandering too far from the field of business.
'A divorce!' exclaimed the client, feelingly - almost tearfully. 'No, no-not that. I have read, Mr. Gooch, of many instances where your sympathy and kindly inter- est led you to act as a mediator between estranged hus- band and wife, and brought them together again. Let us drop the hypothetical case -- I need conceal no longer that it is I who am the sufferer in this sad affair -- the names you shall have -- Thomas R. Billings and wife -- and Henry K. Jessup, the man with whom she is infatuated.'
Client number three laid his hand upon Mr. Gooch's arm. Deep emotion was written upon his careworn face. 'For Heaven's sake', he said fervently, 'help me in this hour of trouble. Seek, out Mrs. Billings, and persuade her to abandon this distressing pursuit of her lamentable folly. Tell her, Mr. Gooch, that her husband is willing to receive her back to his heart and home -- promise her anything that will induce her to return. I have heard of your success in these matters. Mrs. Bil- lings cannot be very far away. I am worn out with travel and weariness. Twice during the pursuit I saw her, but various circumstances prevented our having an inter- view. Will you undertake this mission for me, Mr. Gooch, and earn my everlasting gratitude?'
'It is true,' said Lawver Gooch, frowning slightly at the other's last words, but immediately calling up an expression of virtuous benevolence, 'that on a number of occasions I have been successful in persuading couples who sought the severing of their matrimonial bonds to think better of their rash intentions and return to their homes reconciled. But I assure you that the work is often exceedingly difficult. The amount of argument, perseverance, and, if I may be allowed to say it, eloquence that it requires would astonish you. But this is a case in
