A Greek Beauty

'What says our aunt on the subject?' inquired Steerforth, glancing at the letter in my hand. 'Does she suggest anything?' ¡¡¡¡'Why, yes,' said I. 'She asks me, here, if I think I should like to be a proctor? What do you think of it?' ¡¡¡¡'Well, I don't know,' replied Steerforth, coolly. 'You may as well do that as anything else, I suppose?' ¡¡¡¡I could not help laughing again, at his balancing all callings and professions so equally; and I told him so. ¡¡¡¡'What is a proctor, Steerforth?' said I.
¡¡¡¡'Why, he is a sort of monkish attorney,' replied Steerforth. 'He is, to some faded courts held in Doctors' Commons, - a lazy old nook near St. Paul's Churchyard - what solicitors are to the courts of law and equity. He is a functionary whose existence, in the natural course of things, would have terminated about two hundred years ago. I can tell you best what he is, by telling you what Doctors' Commons is. It's a little out-of-the-way place, where they administer what is called ecclesiastical law