She smiled. ``I never asked,'' said she. ``I've known
him nearly three years, and it never occurred to me
to ask, or to wonder. Isn't that strange? Usually
about the first inquiry we make is what a man does.''
``I'll ask Stanley,'' said Mildred. And she did about
an hour later, when they were in the surf together, with
the other two out of earshot. Said Stanley:
``He's a lawyer, of course. Also, he's written a novel
or two and a book of poems. I've never read them.
Somehow, I never get around to reading.''
``Oh, he's a lawyer? That's the way he makes his
living.''
``A queer kind of lawyer. He never goes to court,
and his clients are almost all other lawyers. They go to
him to get him to tell them what to do, and what not
to do. He's got a big reputation among lawyers,
Fred Norman tells me, but makes comparatively little,
as he either can't or won't charge what he ought. I
told him what Norman said, and he only smiled in that
queer way he has. I said: `You make twenty or
thirty thousand a year.
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