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Now, what's the matter?" "A wedding gift! a wedding gift!" repeated Tom, taken with his own conceit. "And I never was soberer, gentlemen, never 'pon honour! Hip, hip, hurrah! we're all good Republicans but you'll never guess the news! The Creole's dead!" "No!" cried Rand. There arose an uproar of excited voices. "Yes, yes, it's true!" shouted Mocket. "The stage brought it.
My wife returns to Roselands to-morrow." "That's fortunate," quoth Mocket, on his knees before the great fireplace. "You always did cut things mighty close, Lewis, and I must say you are cutting this one close! Adam, he goes along from day to day laughing and singing, with a face as smooth as an egg, but I'll warrant he's watching the sun, the clock, and the hourglass!"
"Have you got to work?" "Not unless I want to," Young Mocket answered blissfully. "Father, he don't care! Besides" he swelled with pride "I don't work now at the wharf. I'm at Chancellor Wythe's." "Chancellor Wythe's! What are you doing there?" "Helping him. Maybe, by and by, I'll be a lawyer, too." "Heugh!" said the other. "Do you mean you're reading law?" "No-o, not just exactly.
Between the two plantations lay a deep wood, and as he emerged from this, he saw before him in the dim starlight a horseman, coming towards him from Roselands. "Is that you, Mocket?" he called. The other drew rein. "It is Ludwell Cary. Good-evening, Mr. Rand. I have just left Roselands." "Indeed?" exclaimed Rand. "May I ask " "I came from Fontenoy at the request of Colonel Churchill. Mrs.
Don't you remember Adam?" The hunter and Tom Mocket came up together. "We beat them! we beat them, hey, Lewis!" grinned the scamp; and Gaudylock cried, "Why, if here isn't the little partridge again! Don't you want to see what I've got in my pouch?" "Yeth, thir," said Vinie.
Rand and Mocket, found to its somewhat pathetic surprise that Mr. Rand himself would take the case and oppose Mr. Cary. The two had fought it with a determination apparent to every bystander, and now, on the last day of the trial, the counsel for the prosecution rose to sum up his case. He was listened to with attention, and his speech was effective.
"To-night I have a task that is not slight. Come away! It's striking twelve." The two closed the office and went out into the sunny street. "Where are all the people?" exclaimed Mocket. "It's as still as Sunday." A boy at a shop door, hearing the remark, raised a piping voice. "Everybody's down at the Eagle and the post-office, sir. I heard them say there's big news. Maybe the President's dead!"
Rand spoke at last His voice had a curious suppressed tone, and upon his forehead, between the eyes, was displayed the horseshoe frown of extreme anger. Mocket had seen it earlier in the day, and it was now distinct as a brand. "I am not going," he said, "to take the Winchester case. This damned business here will soon be over. I shall wait to hear the verdict, and then I'm going to Albemarle."
"Because they were informed that the Kenawha militia were coming down." The cross-examination of this witness and some desultory firing by the opposed counsel ended the day's proceedings. The court adjourned, and the crowd streamed forth to the open air. Mocket, among the first to leave the hail, waited for his chief beside the outer doors.
"Sir!" cried the challenged voter, "I am a de Pincornet, cadet of a house well known in Gascony! If I left France, I left it to find a great and free country, a country where one gentleman may serve another!" A roar of laughter, led by Mocket, arose from the younger and lower sort of Republicans. "But you do serve, Mr. Pincornet! You teach all the 'Well-born' how to dance!"
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