And there was I but yesterday a doomed habitue of that repository of every virtue, Mr.Striker's office!" "And does Mr.Striker know of your decision ?" asked Rowland.
"To a certainty! Mr.Striker, you must know, is not simply a good-natured attorney, who lets me dog's-ear his law-books.

He's a particular friend and general adviser.

He looks after my mother's property and kindly consents to regard me as part of it.

Our opinions have always been painfully divergent, but I freely forgive him his zealous attempts to unscrew my head-piece and set it on hind part before.

He never understood me, and it was useless to try to make him.
We speak a different language--we 're made of a different clay.