He seemed to be unable to decide what he would do; but in the end he pursued his way along the street with a clouded brow, and in five minutes found himself at the door of the mean house in the court, whence the porter of Pembroke had gone out night and morning.

Here he knocked, and stood.

In a moment the door was opened, but to his astonishment by Mr.Fishwick.
Either the attorney shared his surprise, or had another and more serious cause for emotion; for his perky face turned red, and his manner as he stood holding the door half-open, and gaping at the visitor, was that of a man taken in the act, and thoroughly ashamed of himself.

Sir George might have wondered what was afoot, if he had not espied over the lawyer's shoulder a round wooden table littered with papers, and guessed that Mr.Fishwick was doing the widow's business--a theory which Mr.Fishwick's first words, on recovering himself, bore out.
'I am here--on business,' he said, cringing and rubbing his hands.

'I don't--I don't think that you can object, Sir George.' 'I ?' said Soane, staring at him in astonishment and some contempt.