She said: "Oh, Mr.Anderson, I'm so glad I saw you! I wanted to ask your advice about selling poor dear Mr.Darling's law library." And then she went on to tell him how she'd had an offer, but she wasn't sure whether it was a good one or not.

And she told him how highly she prized his opinion, and he was a man of such splendid judgment, and she felt so alone now with no strong man's shoulder to lean upon, and she would be so much obliged if he only would tell her whether he considered that offer a good one or not.
Father hitched and ahemmed and moved nearer the door all the time she was talking, and he didn't seem to hear her when she pushed a chair toward him and asked him to please sit down and tell her what to do; that she was so alone in the world since poor dear Mr.Darling had gone.

(She always calls him poor dear Mr.Darling now, but Susie says she didn't when he was alive; she called him something quite different.

I wonder what it was.) Well, as I said, Father hitched and fidgeted, and said he didn't know, he was sure; that she'd better take wiser counsel than his, and that he was very sorry, but she really must excuse him.

And he got through the door while he was talking just as fast as he could himself, so that she couldn't get in a single word to keep him.