"Very. Some capital points—that of Mortmain's on the stamp act"——
"Pish, Lynx! there's nothing in it! I meant the cause itself has been an interesting one—uncommonly."
Mr. Subtle suddenly paused and stood still. "God bless my soul, Lynx—I've made a blunder!"
"Eh!"
"Yes—by Jove, a blunder! Never did such a thing since I've led a cause before!"
"A blunder? Impossible!—What is it?" inquired Lynx, briskly, pricking up his ears.
"It will be at least thirty or forty pounds out of our client's pocket. I forgot to ask Widdrington for the certificate for the costs of the special jury. I protest I never did such a thing before—I'm quite annoyed—I hate to overlook anything."
"Oh! is that all?" inquired Lynx, much relieved—"then it's all right! While you were speaking to Mr. Gammon, immediately after the verdict had been given, I turned towards Quicksilver to get him to ask for the certificate—but he had seen a man with the new 'Times' containing the Division on the Catholic claims, and had set off after him—so I took the liberty, as you seemed very earnestly talking to Mr. Gammon, to name it to the judge—and it's all right."
"Capital!—Then there isn't a single point missed!—And in a good two days' fight that's something."