'To me ?' 'In the way of my profession,' the little man answered, fixing Sir George with two eyes as bright as birds'; which eyes somewhat redeemed his small keen features.

'Your honour was about to make your will.' 'My will ?' Sir George cried, amazed; 'I was about to--' and then in an outburst of rage, 'and if I was--what the devil business is it of yours ?' he cried.

'And who are you, sir ?' The little man spread out his hands in deprecation.

'I ?' he said.

'I am an attorney, sir, and everybody's business is my business.' Sir George gasped.