“O, that’s all nonsense; there used to be a good deal of truth in that; but the procedure is now so altered
that you can do pretty much what you like: this is an age of despatch; you bring your action, and your writ is almost like a cheque payable on demand!”
“Wull, I beant no lawyer, never had nothing to do wi un in my life; but I should like to axe, sir, why thee’ll bring this ere case in Chancery?”
“Good; well, come now, I like to be frank; we shall get more costs?”
Mr. Bumpkin again rubbed his chin. “And do I get em?” he asked.
“Well, they go towards expenses; the other side always pays.”
This was a stroke of reasoning not to be gainsaid. But Mr. Prigg had a further observation to make on the subject, and it was this:
“After the case has gone on up to being ready for trial, and the Judges find that it is a case more fitting to be tried in the Common Law Courts, then an order is made transferring it, that is, sending it out of Chancery to be tried by one of the other Judges.”
“Can’t see un,” said Bumpkin, “I beant much of a scollard, but I tak it thee knows best.”
Mr. Prigg smiled: a beneficent, sympathizing smile.