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“I hope,” cried my wife, “that Mr. Prigg is a respectable man.”
“Respectable,” I answered, “I know he is; but whether he is honest is another matter.”
“But don’t you know?”
“I only know what I dream.”
“I have no opinion of him,” said she; “nor of that Locust; I believe they are a couple of rogues.”
“I should be very sorry to suggest such a thing as that,” I answered, “without some proof. Everybody should give credit for the best of motives.”
“But what are all these summonses you speak of?”
“O, they are summonses in the action. You may have as many of them as you can invent occasion for. You may go up to the Court of Appeal about twenty times before you try the action, which means about eighty different hearings before Master and Judges.”
“But how can a poor man endure that? It’s a great shame.”