"Get it up here, do you mind, and let us know when Mr. Pelter's room is ready."
"Don't be long about dressing; we must join the ladies, you know, in the drawing-room. I wish, Pelter, there was no such thing as business; and that all attorneys, except you and Crowe, of course, were treated in this and the next world according to their deserts," an ambiguous compliment at which Pelter nodded slyly, with his hands in his pockets.
"You'll have to get us all the information you can scrape together, Sir Jekyl. You see they may have evidence of that deed—I mean the lost one, you know—and proving a marriage and the young gentleman legitimate. It may be a serious case—upon my word a very serious case—do you see? And term begins, you know, immediately so there really is no time to lose, and there's no harm in being ready."
"I'll have a long talk with you about it in the morning, and I am devilish glad you came—curse the whole thing!"
The servant here came to say that Mr. Pelter's room was ready, and his luggage sent for to the town.
"Come up, then—we'll look at your room."
So up they went, and Pelter declared himself charmed.
"Come to my room, Mr. Pelter—it's a long way off, and a confoundedly shabby crib; but I've got some very good cigars there," said Sir Jekyl, who was restless, and wished to hear the attorney more fully on this hated business.