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The member for the Essex Marshes, in these his latter days, was obtaining for himself among other successes the character of a Lothario; and Mrs. Furnival, sitting at home in her genteel drawing-room near Cavendish Square, would remember with regret the small dingy parlour in Keppel Street. Mrs. Furnival in discussing her grievances would attribute them mainly to port wine. In his early days Mr.
Furnival he did pour forth plaints as to the small wages which the legal world meted out to him in return for his labours. He was a constant, hard, patient man, and at last there came to him the full reward of all his industry. What was the special case by which Mr. Furnival obtained his great success no man could say. In all probability there was no special case.
"I have no doubt," continued the attorney, "that we shall pull through this little difficulty without any ultimate damage whatsoever. In the mean time it is of course disagreeable to a lady of your distinction." And then he made another bow. "We are peculiarly happy in having such a tower of strength as Mr. Furnival," and then he bowed to the barrister. "And my old friend Mr.
Furnival has no doubt. Sir Peregrine has no doubt, who, by-the-by, is going to marry her." "Nonsense!" "Oh, but he is though. He has taken up her case con amore with a vengeance." "I should be sorry for that. It makes me think him a fool, and her a very clever woman."
Furnival did think that he might induce a jury to acquit her; but he terribly feared that he might not be able to induce the world to acquit her also. As he thought of all the case, he seemed to put himself apart from the world at large.
Now and then he asked a question by a word or two, expressing no opinion whatever as he did so; but he was satisfied to leave the talking altogether in the hands of his visitor till the whole tale was told. "Ah," he said then, "a clever woman!" "An uncommonly sweet creature too," said Mr. Furnival. "I dare say," said Mr. Chaffanbrass; and then there was a pause.
And then with much outer dignity of demeanour, but with some shame-faced tremblings of the inner man hidden under the guise of that outer dignity, Sir Peregrine informed the lawyer of his great purpose. "Indeed!" said Mr. Furnival, throwing himself back into his chair with a start. "Yes, Mr. Furnival.
Slow had declared that the case was one which his firm would not be prepared to conduct, and he named a firm to which he should recommend his client to apply. But Mr. Furnival, carefully considering the whole matter, had resolved to take the advice and benefit by the experience of Mr. Chaffanbrass. And then he went down once more to The Cleeve. Poor Mr. Furnival!
How could Lady Mason have been in love with Mr. Furnival, if such a state of things could be possible under any circumstances, seeing that she had been engaged to marry Sir Peregrine? Mrs. Orme did not declare her reasons, but repeated with very positive assurances her knowledge that Mrs. Furnival was labouring under some very grievous error. "But why should she always be at his chambers?
"Shall I step across to the lodge and send the porter's boy to Round and Crook's?" asked Mr. Crabwitz. "The porter's boy! no; go yourself; you are not busy. Why should I send the porter's boy on my business?" The fact probably was, that Mr. Furnival forgot his clerk's age and standing. Crabwitz had been ready to run anywhere when his employer had first known him, and Mr.
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