OLIVIA GALE leaned back in her chair at the end of the dining-room table, and looked first at the elderly gentleman on her right, and then at the elderly gentleman on her left. "You're both of you as kind as can be, and I'm more than grateful for all you've done; but I do wish you'd see that it's no use arguing. It only hurts and makes us tired. Do help yourself, Mr. Trivett. And-another cup of tea, Mr. Fenmarch?" Mr. Fenmarch, on her left, passed his cup with a sigh. He was a dusty, greyish man, his face covered with an indeterminate growth of thin short hair. His eyes were of a dull, unspeculative blue. "As your solicitor, my dear Olivia," said he, "I can only obey instructions. As the friend of your family, I venture to give you advice."
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