"How do things look now?" he asked.
"Bad, I am sorry to say."
Malcolm turned pale.
"What is the matter?" he asked, anxiously, "The defence has filed a demurrer to our bill."
"A what?"
"Has taken exception to a trifling informality, upon which we may be thrown out of court. It is the merest trifle in the world; but it is a lawyer's business to make a mountain out of a molehill, and Harrison's counsel is good at that work."
"And what then?"
"It is impossible to say what then."
"Can we not begin again with an amended bill?"
"Not unless all the costs that have accrued be paid; and they will be heavy."