A year had passed since I first started work in Mr Spenlow’s firm. I often went to court with him, and began to understand the details of some of the most difficult cases. Mr Spenlow was kind to me, and occasionally talked to me, not only about law but also about other matters. I discovered that his wife had died, and that he lived in a large country house for the weekend, and I accepted gratefully. So on Friday evening Mr Spenlow’s coach and horses drove us to the house. When I saw the Spenlow’s home, I realized how rich Mr Spenlow must be. It was a lovely old building, with large gardens.
As I stared, I heard a voice speaking to me, but it was not Dora’s. It was her companion, whom I had not noticed at all while Mr Spenlow was making the introductions. When I saw that the companion was Miss Murdstone, I was surprised, certainly, but nothing could take my attention away from Dora for more than a second or two.
Mr Spenlow explained that Miss Murdstone had been kind enough to come and look after his poor motherless daughter, and to be her confidential friend and companion. But it seemed to me that Dora was neither friendly nor confidential towards her stern companion.
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