At the same time, he felt that it could do no harm to either side to investigate Peggy's case; there might be awkward things that he could help to suppress.

So with expectancy and not a little amusement he saw his clients ride up and tie their horses to the fence outside his office, and watched Peggy straighten her ruffled plumage before entering.
They came in at the door with a seriousness worthy of the occasion.
Peggy heaved a subdued sigh and settled in a chair.

Red Mick opened the conversation.
"Mornin' to you, Gavan," he said.
By virtue of his relationship Mick was privileged to call his brilliant nephew by his Christian name.

To the rest of the clans Gavan was Mr.
Blake.
"Good-morning, Mick.

Good-morning, Peggy.