"Don't you 'believe in it,' Mr. Satterthwaite?" asked
Elizabeth.
"In a sort of way, yes, I do; — I suppose it's a thing one must come to at last."
"If you want to come to it at last, I should think you would at first," said Elizabeth, "I would. I shouldn't think it was a very safe way to put it off."
Mr. Satterthwaite mused over his tea and made no answer; clearly the conversation had got upon the wrong tack.
"Are you going to be in court to-morrow again, Mr.
Satterthwaite?" asked the lady of the house.
"I don't know — not for my own affairs — I don't know but I shall go in to hear Winthrop's cause come on against Mr. Ryle."
"I never was in court in my life," said Elizabeth.
"Suppose you go, Miss Elizabeth — If you'll allow me to have the honour of taking care of you, I shall be very happy. There'll be something to hear, between Chancellor Justice and my friend Winthrop and Mr. Brick."
"Is Mr. Brick going to speak to-morrow?" said Rose.
"Yes — he is on the other side."