“Can I see Mr. Pinder?” the man asked.
“Aye, if yo’re none blind,” answered Jack. “What’s your will?”
“Oh, beg your pardon, sir. Didn’t know it was you. This is for you, sir, and he slipped a paper into Jacks hand.”
“It’s a petition in Chancery filed by our client, Mr. Jabez Tinker, against you, sir.”
“A ’tition, is it,” said Jack “an’ what mun aw do wi’ it nah aw’ve getten it?”
“Better see your lawyer about it.”
“Oh! an’ what ’ud ha’ happened, now, just for argyment’s sake, if yo’d dropped this ere precious dockyment i’stead o’ ’liverin’ it to me?”
The clerk was not prepared to say. “I don’t know indeed. Perhaps the action couldn’t go on.”
“Oh! It couldn’t, eh?”
“I’m not sure. But any way, I have served it: so it’s no use going into that.”