I
should think that in this great country I should find justice
administered on other terms than that." Morton attempted to explain
to him that his legal friend had not been administering justice but
only giving advice. He had, so Morton told him, undoubtedly taken
up the case of one blackguard, and in urging it had paid his money
to another. He had done so as a foreigner,--loudly proclaiming as
his reason for such action that the man he supported would be
unfairly treated unless he gave his assistance. Of course he could
not expect sympathy. "I want no sympathy," said the Senator;--"I
only want justice." Then the two gentlemen had become a little
angry with each other. Morton was the last man in the world to have
been aggressive on such a matter; but with the Senator it was
necessary either to be prostrate or to fight.
But with Mr. Gotobed such fighting never produced ill blood. It was
the condition of his life, and it must be supposed that he liked
it. On the next morning he did not scruple to ask his host's advice
as to what he had better do, and they agreed to walk across to
Goarly's house and to ascertain from the man himself what he
thought or might have to say about his own case. On their way they
passed up the road leading to Chowton Farm, and at the gate leading
into the garden they found Larry Twentyman standing.
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