Mr. Robin had finally replaced his hat with a new one, and he looked much more spirited. Still, amid the traffic of carriages, he seemed somewhat ill at ease.
After Hobart got out of the carriage, Robin and his cousin David immediately came forward. "Good morning, Lawyer Hobart."
"Good morning, gentlemen." Hobart smiled. "Your circumstances seem to have improved. It appears my advice had some effect after all."
"Your advice helped us see the truth," Mr. Robin said.
Hobart nodded slightly. He was quite pleased that he had helped two people who had gone astray see through the deception of this era.
He led Robin and his cousin to his desk. "What trouble have you run into this time?"
Robin looked at David. David was much taller than Robin and wore a little mustache. He looked like he had a bad temper, but before Hobart, he was just as uneasy as Robin. "Not us, sir."
He seemed to gather his thoughts before saying, "It's one of my coworkers. While he was working, a machine took one of his legs and one hand. He hopes to receive 300 pounds in compensation, but the factory owner is only willing to pay 100 pounds.
"He sought out several lawyers himself. They all said the compensation he wanted was too high and refused to take the case. You may be his last hope."
Hobart tried to recall the laws concerning workplace injury compensation, only to realize that perhaps because he had transmigrated, he could not remember that section very clearly.
He asked, "Your coworker has lost his working ability, correct?"
"Yes," David replied. "Not only that, he has lost his family as well and can only survive by begging now.
"He... he wants 300 pounds in compensation so he can buy a piece of