“It’s a terrible thing to be dragged before the public, in that way, Mr. Weller,” said Mrs. Bardell; “but I see now, that it’s the only thing I ought to do, and my lawyers, Mr. Dodson and Fogg, tell me, that with the evidence as we shall call, we must succeed. I don’t know what I should do, Mr. Weller, if I didn’t.”
The mere idea of Mrs. Bardell’s failing in her action, affected Mrs. Sanders so deeply, that she was under the necessity of re-filling and re-emptying her glass immediately; feeling, as she said afterwards, that if she hadn’t had the presence of mind to do so, she must have dropped.
“Ven is it expected to come on?” inquired Sam.
“Either in February or March,” replied Mrs. Bardell.
“What a number of witnesses there’ll be, won’t there?” said Mrs. Cluppins.
“Ah, won’t there!” replied Mrs. Sanders.
“And won’t Mr. Dodson and Fogg be wild if the plaintiff shouldn’t get it?” added Mrs. Cluppins, “when they do it all on speculation!”
“Ah! won’t they!” said Mrs. Sanders.
“But the plaintiff must get it,” resumed Mrs. Cluppins.