Mr. Newton was writing busily in his private room one foggy afternoon
when he was informed that Miss Liddell wished to speak to him.
"Show her in at once," he said, cheerfully, as if pleased, and he rose
to receive her. "Glad to see you, Miss Liddell, looking all the better
for your sojourn by the sea-side. Why, it must be nearly six months
since I saw you."
"Yes, quite six months, Mr. Newton. I suppose you have been refreshing
yourself too, after the fatigues of the season. You must try Sandbourne
next year. It is a very nice little place."
"Sandbourne? I don't think I know it. But now what do you want, my dear
young lady? I don't suppose you come here merely for pleasure."
"I assure you it always gives me great pleasure," said Katherine, with a
sweet, sunny smile. "You have always been my very good friend."
"Well, a sincere one, at all events," returned the dry old lawyer, whose
aridity was not proof against the charm of his young client.
"I must not waste your time," she resumed, drawing her chair a little
nearer the table behind which he was ensconced. "I want to buy a house
which I have seen, and I want you to attend to all details connected
with it."
"Oh--ah! Well, a good house would not be a bad investment; it would be
very convenient to have a residence in London.
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