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Crabwitz drew him into conversation. Dockwrath was by nature quite as clever a man as Crabwitz, and in such a matter as this was not one to be outwitted easily; but in truth he had no objection to talk about the Orley Farm case. "I have taken it up on public motives, Mr. Cooke," he said, "and I mean to go through with it."
"I hope you find everything comfortable, sir," said poor Miriam, having knocked at the sitting-room door when Crabwitz had just finished his dinner. "Yes, thank you; very nice. Is that Mrs. Dockwrath?" "Yes, sir. I'm Mrs. Dockwrath. As it's we who own the room I looked in to see if anything's wanting." "You are very kind. No; nothing is wanting.
Crabwitz was aware that he could be of no use at Hamworth, but he stayed out his week in order to avoid suspicion. On the following day Mr. Dockwrath did proceed to Bedford Row, determined to carry out his original plan, and armed with that inward satisfaction to which he had alluded.
Alas, alas! it was very sweet to her! "And you think that nothing can be done down there?" said Mr. Furnival to his clerk, immediately after the return of Mr. Crabwitz from Hamworth to London. "Nothing at all, sir," said Mr. Crabwitz, with laconic significance. "Well; I dare say not.
"Crabwitz," said Mr. Furnival, looking with a pleasant face at his clerk, "I am leaving town this evening, and I shall be absent for the next ten days. If you like you can go away for a holiday." "It's rather late in the season now, sir," said Crabwitz, gloomily, as though he were determined not to be pleased. "It is a little late, as you say; but I really could not manage it earlier.
I hope you do not deny me my right to feel an interest in the great subjects which are being discussed." "Not in the least, Mr. Crabwitz. I do not deny you your right to be Lord Chief Justice, if you can accomplish it. But you cannot be Lord Chief Justice and my clerk at the same time. Nor can you be in my chambers if you are at Birmingham.
Furnival for the last fifteen years, and who considered that no inconsiderable portion of the barrister's success had been attributable to his own energy and genius. Mr. Crabwitz was a genteel-looking man, somewhat over forty years of age, very careful as to his gloves, hat, and umbrella, and not a little particular as to his associates.
There's a good deal done in that way." "Oh, indeed," said Mr. Dockwrath, beginning to feel himself the bigger man of the two; and from that moment he patronised his companion instead of allowing himself to be patronised. This went against the grain with Mr. Crabwitz, but, having an object to gain, he bore it.
And perhaps, if a further trial were forthcoming, it might be better for her sake that he should be ignorant. And then, having declared again that it was impossible, he rang his bell. "Crabwitz," said he, without looking at the man, "just step over to Bedford Row, with my compliments, and learn what is Mr. Round's present address; old Mr. Round, you know." Mr.
Crabwitz, since the affair of that mission down at Hamworth, had so far carried a point of his, that a junior satellite was now permanently installed; and for the future the indignity of opening doors, and "just stepping out" into Chancery Lane, would not await him. Lady Mason was dressed all in black, but this was usual with her when she left home.
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