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" Why, thankee, I'd rather not," said JMr. Jackson, with some em- barrassment of manner. He's not much used to ladies' society, and it makes him bashful. If you'll order the waiter to deliver him anything short, he won't drink it off at once, won't he ? — only try him." Mr. Jackson's fingers wandered playfully round his nose at this portion of his discourse, to warn his hearers that he was speaking ironically.
The waiter was at once despatched to the bashful gentleman, and the bashful gentleman took something ; Mr. Jackson also took some- thing, and the ladies took something for hospitality's sake. Mr. Jackson then said that he was afraid it was time to go ; upon which Mrs. Sanders, IMrs. Cluppins, and Tommy (who it was arranged should accompany Mrs. Bardell : leaving the others to Mr. Raddle's protection) got into the coach.
" Isaac," said Jackson, as Mrs. Bardell prepared to get in : looking up at the man with the ash stick, who was seated on the box, smoking a cigar.
" Well/'
This is Mrs. Bardell."
" Oh, I know'd that, long ago," said the man.
Mrs. Bardell got in, Mr. Jackson got in after her, and away they drove. Mrs. Bardell could not help ruminating on what Mr. Jackson's friend had said. Shrewd creatures, those lawyers: Lord bless us, how they iind people out !
" Sad thing about these costs of our people's, ain't it," said Jackson, when Mrs. Cluppins and Mrs. Sanders had fallen asleep ; your bill of costs I m^ean."
" I'm very sorry they can't get them," replied Mrs. Bardell. ^' But if you law gentlemen do these things on speculation, why you must get a loss now and then, you know."
" You gave them a cognovit for the amount of your costs after the trial, I'm told," said Jackson.
" Yes. Just as a matter of form," replied Mrs. Bardell.
" Certainly," replied Jackson drily. " Quite a matter of form. Quite."
On they drove, and Mrs. Bardell fell asleep. She was awakened after some time by the stopping of the coach.
" Bless us !" said the lady, " are we at Freeman's Court ?"
" We're not going quite so far," replied Jackson. *^ Have the good- ness to step out."
Mrs. Bardell, not yet thoroughly awake, complied. It was a curious place : — a large wall with a gate in the middle, and a gas-light burning inside.
- ' Now, ladies," cried the man with the ash stick, looking into the
coach, and shaking Mrs. Sanders to wake her, " Come." Rousing her friend, Mrs. Sanders alighted. Mrs. Bardell, leaning on Jackson's arm, and leading Tommy by the hand, had already entered the porch. They followed.
• The room they turned into, was even more odd -looking than the porch. Such a number of men standing about ! And they stared so !
