A respectable butler showed him into a handsome parlor and carried his name to the brewer.
There were already two girls in the room.

One was evidently a caller.
The other, a girl with a sweet, kindly, German face, was obviously one of the "nice" daughters.

His arrival checked the flow of conversation somewhat, but they went on comparing their summer experiences.

When the butler came back and said aloud, "Mr.Bohlmann will see you in the library, Mr.Stirling," Peter noticed that both girls turned impulsively to look at him, and that the daughter flushed red.
He found Mr.Bohlmann standing uneasily on the rug by the fireplace, and a stout woman gazing out of the window, with her back to the room.
"I had a call from your lawyer this morning, Mr.Bohlmann," said Peter, "and I have taken the liberty of coming to see you about the cases." "Sid down, sid down," said his host, nervously, though not sitting himself.
Peter sat down.

"I want to do what is best about the matter," he said.
The woman turned quickly to look at him, and Peter saw that there were tears in her eyes.
"Vell," said the brewer, "what is dat ?" "I don't know," said Peter, "and that's why I've come to see you." Mr.Bohlmann's face worked for a moment.