“I zee un—chap wi’ red faace, blue ’ankercher, and white spots?”
“That’s the man. Well, now, you’d never guess who he is?”
Mr. Bumpkin certainly would have been a sharp man if he could.
“Well,” continued the Don, “that man gets his living by bringing actions. No matter who it is or what, out comes the writ and down he comes for damages.”
“Hem! that be rum, too, bean’t it?”
“Yes, he’s always looking out for accidents; if he hears o’ one, down he comes with his pocket-book, gets ’old o’ some chap that’s injured, or thinks he is, and out comes the writ.”
“A scamp—works in the name of some broken-down attorney, and pays him for the use of it.”
“So he can work the lor like wirout being a loryer?”
“That’s it—and, lor’ bless you, he’s got such a way with him that if he was to come and talk to you for five minutes, he’d have a writ out against you in the morning.”