It's just as though the butcher
wouldn't sell a man a leg of mutton because Lord Rufford had a
spite against him. Who's Lord Rufford?"
"Everybody knows that I care very little for his lordship," said'
Mr. Twentyman.
"Nor I; and I don't see why Gregory should. If Goarly isn't
entitled to what he wants he won't get it; that's all. But let it
be tried fairly."
Hereupon Mr. Masters took up his hat and left the room, and Mr.
Twentyman followed him, not having yet expressed any positive
opinion on the delicate matter submitted to his judgment. Of
course, Goarly was a brute. Had he not threatened to shoot foxes?
But, then, an attorney must live by lawsuits, and it seemed to Mr.
Twentyman that an attorney should not stop to inquire whether a new
client is a brute or not.
CHAPTER IV
The Dillsborough Club
The club, so called at Dillsborough, was held every Saturday
evening in a back parlour at the Bush, and was attended generally
by seven or eight members. It was a very easy club. There was no
balloting, and no other expense attending it other than that of
paying for the liquor which each man chose to drink. Sometimes,
about ten o'clock, there was a little supper, the cost of which was
defrayed by subscription among those who partook of it. It was one
rule of the club, or a habit, rather, which had grown to be a rule,
that Mr.
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