to whom he refers, was, I think, the first that struck

She narrows her dark eyes and gives him a honeyed look.

COKESON. [Expanding] It's all against the rules. Suppose I had my friends here to see me! It'd never do!

COKESON. [A little taken aback] Exactly! And here you are wanting to see a junior clerk!

RUTH. Yes, sir; I must see him.

COKESON. [Turning full round to her with a sort of outraged interest] But this is a lawyer's office. Go to his private address.

COKESON. [Uneasy] Are you related to the party?

COKESON. [In real embarrassment] I don't know what to say. It's no affair of the office.

COKESON. Dear me! I can't tell you that.