“I dare say,” he said, “it looks a little mysterious, but we lawyers understand it; so, if you don’t mind, I shall bring it in the Chancery Division in the first instance; and nice and wild the other side will be. I fancy I see the countenance of Snooks’ lawyer.”
This was a good argument, and perfectly satisfactory to the unsophisticated mind of Bumpkin.
“And when,” he asked, “will ur come on, think’ee?”
“O, in due time; everything is done very quickly now—not like it used to be—you’d be surprised, we
used to have to wait years—yes, years, sir, before an action could be tried; and now, why bless my soul, you get judgment before you know where you are.”
How true this turned out to be may hereafter appear; but in a dream you never anticipate.
“I shall write at once,” said “Honest Prigg,” “for compensation and an apology; I think I would have an apology.”
“Make un pay—I doant so much keer for the t’other thing; that beant much quonsequence.”
“Quite so—quite so.” And with this observation Mr. Prigg escorted his client to the door.