“Won’t you take up my cause, sir, then?”
“No, sir! I have given you advice, and will not pick your pocket!—Good morning, sir;” and Mr Forster, who had backed his client out of the room, shut the door in his face, to prevent further discussion.
The young man looked a moment at the door after it was closed, and then turned round to Newton.
“If yours is really law business, take my advice, don’t stay to see him; I’ll take you to a man who is a lawyer. Here you’ll get no law at all.”
“Thank-ye,” replied Newton, laughing, “but mine really is not law business.”
The noise of the handle of the door indicated that Mr Forster was about to reopen it, to summon Newton; and the young man, with a hasty good morning, brushed by Newton, and hastened into the street.
Volume Two--Chapter Eleven.
Hamlet.
Is not parchment made of sheepskin?
Horatio.
Ay, my lord, and of calves’ skins too.
Hamlet.
They are sheep and calves which
Seek out their assurance in that—
Shakespeare.