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He turned his horse down the Belvedere Road, telling his groom to wait at the corner, and stopped before the lawyer's door. The latter came out. "Matiss, is that codicil found?" demanded Lionel, bending down his head to speak. "What codicil, Mr. Verner?" returned Matiss, looking surprised. "The codicil. The one that gave me the estate.
He was vexed that he had not seen it himself. How should he know anything about it?" "I don't know how; but I know him, and his ways," said the first speaker. "But if he thinks he has any guess at the murderer, why don't he say it at once?" asked the younger lad. "Ah, yes, I think so; I should like to see him at it. That's not his business, that's the lawyer's business.
He leaned against the stone wall of Mr. Colquhoun's house, and gave vent to his emotion in one bitter, remorseful sob of pain. Mr. Colquhoun and Mr. Brett were sitting over their wine in the well-lighted, well-warmed dining-room of the lawyer's house. It was a surprise to both of them when the door was opened to admit Dino Vasari and Hugo Luttrell: two of the last visitors whom Mr.
Munger encountered a belief, which she did not discourage, that the Northwick girls had known all along that their father was alive, and had been in communication with him; through Putney, most probably. In the light of this conjecture the lawyer's character had a lurid effect, which it did not altogether lose when Jack Wilmington said, bluntly, "What of it? He's their counsel.
Putting his hat aside he sat down, and having introduced himself, made reference to Ballarat and his acquaintance with the lawyer's father: "Who directed me to you, sir, for advice on a vexatious affair, in which I have had the misfortune to become involved." With a "Pray be seated!" Ocock rose and cleared a chair for Purdy. Resuming his seat he joined his hands, and wound them in and out.
Mine has dressing-gowns of batiste and diamond rings for the evening!" said a lawyer's clerk. "But she has a box at the Francais!" said an army officer. "At any rate," cried another one, an elderly man who spoke as if he were standing on the defence, "she does not cost me a sou! In our case wouldn't you like to have the same chance, my respected friend?"
No great career affords stronger proof of this than that of the great Sir Walter Scott, who, delighting his own generation, must be honored by all the generations that follow. His admirable working qualities were trained in a lawyer's office, where he pursued for many years a sort of drudgery scarcely above that of a copying clerk.
A crowd collected in the store as soon as the shutters were down; there was a knot of men before the lawyer's office waiting for him to come; and several hot-headed young fellows pressed into the stable and urged upon Silas Beers that he should keep the old white racer in readiness for an emergency that day, and also several others which, if not as fleet, had good staying powers.
The circumstances, as you may read for yourself, were all in her favor, and were so well managed by her that the lawyers themselves acknowledged she might have succeeded, if the supposed drowned man had not turned up alive and well in the nick of time to confront her. The scene took place at the lawyer's office, and came out in the evidence at the police court.
"No exceptions?" "None," said Betty, dimpling. "Then," said Allen deliberately, his eyes fixed steadily upon her sparkling face. "If you please I'll take you!" "Oh," gasped Betty, her eyes falling before the young lawyer's ardent gaze, while the rich color flooded her face. "I said anything not anybody. Allen, please don't be foolish. They're all looking at us."
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