"It is a clear case then, Mr. Affidafy," said the dignitary, with a long and tempestuous breath, indicating the satisfaction he felt at being released from labours so overpowering, "they fill hang the young fillain?"
"Why that depends upon circumstances, Squire."
"Oh the tyfel! it is all 'upon circumstances' mit a lawyer?"
"It is a good case on either side," said Affidavy; "and not so bad on the prisoner's as might be supposed,—that is, if he had but money to make it an object to take up his cause."
"Mine Gott, he has money! There fas his fatch; 'twas goldt, and worth forty pound."
"Eh! indeed? has he a gold watch?"
"And there fas a purse of guineas"——
"Of guineas!"
"And there fas a—fat you call it?—a pill of exchange on New York, and a letter of credit,—mine Gott, it fas mitout limit, except time; put I toubt me, it fas not goodt."
"Botheration!" cried the man of law, in a fervour, "who'll lend me a horse to ride to town? I remember now, there was a story that the youngest son of the Gilberts had a rich aunt in Jamaica."