"'Earl of Westport,' I 'll say to him, 'a bottle will be but the beginning of it. We 'll sit down at a table and settle this debate in ten minutes if you 're reasonable.'
"He 'll not be reasonable, of course, but you see what I have in my mind."
"Brede Place," said the lawyer slowly, "is not exactly a castle, but it 's a very strong house and might be held by a dozen determined men against an army."
"Then once let me get legally inside, and I 'll hold it till the Earl gets more sense in his head than is there at the present moment."
"Possession," said Mr. Brooks, "is nine points of the law."
"It is with a woman," said I, thinking of something else.
"It is with an estate," answered Josiah severely.
"True for you," I admitted, coming back to the point at issue, for it was curious, in spite of the importance of the interview, how my mind kept wandering away to a locked room in the Earl of Westport's house, and to a shady path that ran around the edge of his garden.
"I intend to get possession of the Brede estate if I have to crack the crown of every man at present upon it. But I am an Irishman, and therefore a person of peace, and I wish to crack the crowns in accordance with the law of England, so I come to you for directions how it should be done."
"It is not my place," said Brooks, looking very sour, "to counsel a man to break either heads or the law. In fact it is altogether illegal to assault another unless you are in danger of your own life."
