'Tut-tut!' said the don with some brusqueness, his hand still on the door; 'do you want me ?' He had seen the attorney after the duel, and in the confusion attendant on the injured man's removal; and knew him by sight, but no farther.
'I--hem--I think you wished to see Mrs.Masterson ?' was Mr.Fishwick's answer, and the lawyer, but with all humility, made as if he would enter.
The tutor, however, barred the way.

'I wished to see Mrs.Masterson,' he said drily, and with his coldest air of authority.

'But who are you ?' 'I am here on her behalf,' Mr.Fishwick answered, meekly pressing his hat in his hands.
'On her behalf ?' said Mr.Thomasson stiffly.

'Is she ill ?' 'No, sir, I do not know that she is ill.' 'Then I do not understand,' Mr.Thomasson answered in his most dignified tone.

'Are you aware that the woman is in the position of a college servant, inhabiting a cottage the property of the college?
And liable to be turned out at the college will ?' 'It may be so,' said the attorney.
'Then, if you please, what is the meaning of her absence when requested by one of the Fellows of the college to attend ?' 'I am here to represent her,' said Mr.Fishwick.
'Represent her! Represent a college laundress! Pooh! I never heard of such a thing.' 'But, sir, I am her legal adviser, and--' 'Legal adviser!' Mr.Thomasson retorted, turning purple--he was really puzzled.