Mr. Prigg made a note, and asked where the house was.
“It be widder Jackson’s.”
“Indeed; very well.”
“An then there be the bisness.”
“Exactly,” said the lawyer, “horses and carts, weighing machines, and so on?”
“And the house he live in,” said Bumpkin, “I know as ow that longs to him.”
“Very well; I think that will be enough to start with.” Now, Mr. Prigg knew pretty well the position of the respective parties himself; so it was not so much for his own information that he made these inquiries as to infuse into Bumpkin’s mind a notion of the importance of the case.
“Now,” said he, throwing down the pen, “this is a very serious matter, Mr. Bumpkin.”
This was a comfort, and Bumpkin looked agreeably surprised and vastly important.
“A very serious case,” and again the tips of the fingers were brought in contact.