NARRATIVE
The advantage of laying before the reader,in the words of the actors themselves,the adventures which we must otherwise have narrated in our own,has given great popularity to the publication of epistolary correspondence,as practised by various great authors,and by ourselves in the preceding chapters.
Nevertheless,a genuine correspondence of this kind (and Heaven forbid it should be in any respect sophisticated by interpolations of our own!)can seldom be found to contain all in which it is necessary to instruct the reader for his full comprehension of the story.Also it must often happen that various prolixities and redundancies occur in the course of an interchange of letters,which must hang as a dead weight on the progress of the narrative.To avoid this dilemma,some biographers have used the letters of the personages concerned,or liberal extracts from them,to describe particular incidents,or express the sentiments which they entertained;while they connect them occasionally with such portions of narrative,as may serve to carry on the thread of the story.
It is thus that the adventurous travellers who explore the summit of Mont Blanc now move on through the crumbling snowdrift so slowly,that their progress is almost imperceptible,and anon abridge their journey by springing over the intervening chasms which cross their path,with the assistance of their pilgrim-staves.Or,to make a briefer simile,the course of story-telling which we have for the present adopted,resembles the original discipline of the dragoons,who were trained to serve either on foot or horseback,as the emergencies of the service required.With this explanation,we shall proceed to narrate some circumstances which Alan Fairford did not,and could not,write to his correspondent.
Our reader,we trust,has formed somewhat approaching to a distinct idea of the principal characters who have appeared before him during our narrative;but in case our good opinion of his sagacity has been exaggerated,and in order to satisfy such as are addicted to the laudable practice of SKIPPING (with whom we have at times a strong fellow-feeling),the following particulars may not be superfluous.
Mr.Saunders Fairford,as he was usually called,was a man of business of the old school,moderate in his charges,economical and even niggardly in his expenditure,strictly honest in conducting his own affairs and those of his clients,but taught by long experience to be wary and suspicious in observing the motions of others.Punctual as the clock of Saint Giles tolled nine,the neat dapper form of the little hale old gentleman was seen at the threshold of the court hall,or at farthest,at the head of the Back Stairs,trimly dressed in a complete suit of snuff-coloured brown,with stockings of silk or woollen as,suited the weather;a bob-wig,and a small cocked hat;shoes blacked as Warren would have blacked them;silver shoe-buckles,and a gold stock-buckle.A nosegay in summer,and a sprig of holly in winter,completed his well-known dress and appearance.
His manners corresponded with his attire,for they were scrupulously civil,and not a little formal.He was an elder of the kirk,and,of course,zealous for King George and the Government even to slaying,as he had showed by taking up arms in their cause.But then,as he had clients and connexions of business among families of opposite political tenets,he was particularly cautious to use all the conventional phrases which the civility of the time had devised,as an admissible mode of language betwixt the two parties.Thus he spoke sometimes of the Chevalier,but never either of the Prince,which would have been sacrificing his own principles,or of the Pretender,which would have been offensive to those of others.Again,he usually designated the Rebellion as the AFFAIR of 1745,and spoke of any one engaged in it as a person who had been OUT at a certain period.[OLD-FASHIONED SCOTTISH CIVILITY.--Such were literally the points of politeness observed in general society during the author's youth,where it was by no means unusual in a company assembled by chance,to find individuals who had borne arms on one side or other in the civil broils of 1745.Nothing,according to my recollection,could be more gentle and decorous than the respect these old enemies paid to each other's prejudices.But in this I speak generally.I have witnessed one or two explosions.]So that,on the whole,Mr.Fairford was a man much liked and respected on all sides,though his friends would not have been sorry if he had given a dinner more frequently,as his little cellar contained some choice old wine,of which,on such rare occasions he was no niggard.
The whole pleasure of this good old-fashioned man of method,besides that which he really felt in the discharge of his daily business,was the hope to see his son Alan,the only fruit of a union which death early dissolved,attain what in the father's eyes was the proudest of all distinctions--the rank and fame of a well-employed lawyer.
Every profession has its peculiar honours,and Mr.Fairford's mind was constructed upon so limited and exclusive a plan,that he valued nothing save the objects of ambition which his own presented.He would have shuddered at Alan's acquiring the renown of a hero,and laughed with scorn at the equally barren laurels of literature;it was by the path of the law alone that he was desirous to see him rise to eminence,and the probabilities of success or disappointment were the thoughts of his father by day,and his dream by night.
The disposition of Alan Fairford,as well as his talents,were such as to encourage his father's expectations.He had acuteness of intellect,joined to habits of long and patient study,improved no doubt by the discipline of his father's house;to which,generally speaking,he conformed with the utmost docility,expressing no wish for greater or more frequent relaxation than consisted with his father's anxious and severe restrictions.
When he did indulge in any juvenile frolics,his father had the candour to lay the whole blame upon his more mercurial companion,Darsie Latimer.
This youth,as the reader must be aware,had been received as an inmate into the family of Mr.Fairford,senior,at a time when some of the delicacy of constitution which had abridged the life of his consort began to show itself in the son,and when the father was,of course,peculiarly disposed to indulge his slightest wish.That the young Englishman was able to pay a considerable board,was a matter of no importance to Mr.
Fairford;it was enough that his presence seemed to make his son cheerful and happy.He was compelled to allow that 'Darsie was a fine lad,though unsettled,'and he would have had some difficulty in getting rid of him,and the apprehensions which his levities excited,had it not been for the voluntary excursion which gave rise to the preceding correspondence,and in which Mr.
Fairford secretly rejoiced,as affording the means of separating Alan from his gay companion,at least until he should have assumed,and become accustomed to,the duties of his dry and laborious profession.
But the absence of Darsie was far from promoting the end which the elder Mr.Fairford had expected and desired.The young men were united by the closest bonds of intimacy;and the more so,that neither of them sought nor desired to admit any others into their society.Alan Fairford was averse to general company,from a disposition naturally reserved,and Darsie Latimer from a painful sense of his own unknown origin,peculiarly afflicting in a country where high and low are professed genealogists.The young men were all in all to each other;it is no wonder,therefore,that their separation was painful,and that its effects upon Alan Fairford,joined to the anxiety occasioned by the tenor of his friend's letters,greatly exceeded what the senior had anticipated.The young man went through his usual duties,his studies,and the examinations to which he was subjected,but with nothing like the zeal and assiduity which he had formerly displayed;and his anxious and observant father saw but too plainly that his heart was with his absent comrade.
A philosopher would have given way to this tide of feeling,in hopes to have diminished its excess,and permitted the youths to have been some time together,that their intimacy might have been broken off by degrees;but Mr.Fairford only saw the more direct mode of continued restraint,which,however,he was desirous of veiling under some plausible pretext.In the anxiety which he felt on this occasion,he had held communication with an old acquaintance,Peter Drudgeit,with whom the reader is partly acquainted.'Alan,'he said,'was ance wud,and ay waur;and he was expecting every moment when he would start off in a wildgoose-chase after the callant Latimer;Will Sampson,the horse-hirer in Candlemaker Row,had given him a hint that Alan had been looking for a good hack,to go to the country for a few days.And then to oppose him downright--he could not but think on the way his poor mother was removed.Would to Heaven he was yoked to some tight piece of business,no matter whether well or ill paid,but some job that would hamshackle him at least until the courts rose,if it were but for decency's sake.'
Peter Drudgeit sympathized,for Peter had a son,who,reason or none,would needs exchange the torn and inky fustian sleeves for the blue jacket and white lapelle;and he suggested,as the reader knows,the engaging our friend Alan in the matter of Poor Peter Peebles,just opened by the desertion of young Dumtoustie,whose defection would be at the same time concealed;and this,Drudgeit said,'would be felling two dogs with one stone.'
With these explanations,the reader will hold a man of the elder Fairford's sense and experience free from the hazardous and impatient curiosity with which boys fling a puppy into a deep pond,merely to see if the creature can swim.However confident in his son's talents,which were really considerable,he would have been very sorry to have involved him in the duty of pleading a complicated and difficult case,upon his very first appearance at the bar,had he not resorted to it as an effectual way to prevent the young man from taking a step which his habits of thinking represented as a most fatal one at his outset of life.
Betwixt two evils,Mr.Fairford chose that which was in his own apprehension the least;and,like a brave officer sending forth his son to battle,rather chose he should die upon the breach,than desert the conflict with dishonour.Neither did he leave him to his own unassisted energies.Like Alpheus preceding Hercules,he himself encountered the Augean mass of Peter Peebles'law-matters.It was to the old man a labour of love to place in a clear and undistorted view the real merits of this case,which the carelessness and blunders of Peter's former solicitors had converted into a huge chaotic mass of unintelligible technicality;and such was his skill and industry,that he was able,after the severe toil of two or three days,to present to the consideration of the young counsel the principal facts of the case,in a light equally ****** and comprehensible.
With the assistance of a solicitor so affectionate and indefatigable,Alan Fairford was enabled,then the day of trial arrived,to walk towards the court,attended by his anxious yet encouraging parent,with some degree of confidence that he would lose no reputation upon this arduous occasion.
They were met at the door of the court by Poor Peter Peebles in his usual plenitude of wig and celsitude of hat.He seized on the young pleader like a lion on his prey.'How is a'wi'you,Mr.Alan--how is a'wi'you,man?The awfu'day is come at last --a day that will be lang minded in this house.Poor Peter Peebles against Plainstanes--conjoined proceases--Hearing in presence--stands for the Short Roll for this day--I have not been able to sleep for a week for thinking of it,and,I dare to say,neither has the Lord President himsell--for such a cause!!But your father garr'd me tak a wee drap ower muckle of his pint bottle the other night;it's no right to mix brandy wi'business,Mr.Fairford.I would have been the waur o'liquor if I would have drank as muckle as you twa would have had me.But there's a time for a'things,and if ye will dine with me after the case is heard,or whilk is the same,or maybe better,I'LL gang my ways hame wi'YOU,and I winna object to a cheerfu'glass,within the bounds of moderation.'
Old Fairford shrugged his shoulders and hurried past the client,saw his son wrapped in the sable bombazine,which,in his eyes,was more venerable than an archbishop's lawn,and could not help fondly patting his shoulder,and whispering to him to take courage,and show he was worthy to wear it.The party entered the Outer Hall of the court,(once the place of meeting of the ancient Scottish Parliament),and which corresponds to the use of Westminster Hall in England,serving as a vestibule to the Inner House,as it is termed,and a place of dominion to certain sedentary personages called Lords Ordinary.
The earlier part of the morning was spent by old Fairford in reiterating his instructions to Alan,and in running from one person to another,from whom he thought he could still glean some grains of information,either concerning the point at issue,or collateral cases.Meantime,Poor Peter Peebles,whose shallow brain was altogether unable to bear the importance of the moment,kept as close to his young counsel as shadow to substance,affected now to speak loud,now to whisper in his ear,now to deck his ghastly countenance with wreathed smiles,now to cloud it with a shade of deep and solemn importance,and anon to contort it with the sneer of scorn and derision.These moods of the client's mind were accompanied with singular 'mockings and mowings,'fantastic gestures,which the man of rags and litigation deemed appropriate to his changes of countenance.Now he brandished his arm aloft,now thrust his fist straight out,as if to knock his opponent down.Now he laid his open palm on his bosom,and now hinging it abroad,he gallantly snapped his fingers in the air.
These demonstrations,and the obvious shame and embarrassment of Alan Fairford,did not escape the observation of the juvenile idlers in the hall.They did not,indeed,approach Peter with their usual familiarity,from some feeling of deference towards Fairford,though many accused him of conceit in presuming to undertake,at this early stage of his practice,a case of considerable difficulty.But Alan,notwithstanding this forbearance,was not the less sensible that he and his companion were the subjects of many a passing jest,and many a shout of laughter,with which that region at all times abounds.
At length the young counsel's patience gave way,and as it threatened to carry his presence of mind and recollection along with it,Alan frankly told his father,that unless he was relieved from the infliction of his client's personal presence and instructions,he must necessarily throw up his brief,and decline pleading the case.
'Hush,hush,my dear Alan,'said the old gentleman,almost at his own wit's end upon hearing this dilemma;'dinna mind the silly ne'er-do-weel;we cannot keep the man from hearing his own cause,though he be not quite right in the head.'
'On my life,sir,'answered Alan,'I shall be unable to go on,he drives everything out of my remembrance;and if I attempt to speak seriously of the injuries he has sustained,and the condition he is reduced to,how can I expect but that the very appearance of such an absurd scarecrow will turn it all into ridicule?'
'There is something in that,'said Saunders Fairford,glancing a look at Poor Peter,and then cautiously inserting his forefinger under his bob-wig,in order to rub his temple and aid his invention;'he is no figure for the fore-bar to see without laughing;but how to get rid of him?To speak sense,or anything like it,is the last thing he will listen to.Stay,aye,--Alan,my darling,hae patience;I'll get him off on the instant,like a gowff ba'.'
So saying,he hastened to his ally,Peter Drudgeit,who on seeing him with marks of haste in his gait,and care upon his countenance,clapped his pen behind his ear,with 'What's the stir now,Mr.Saunders?Is there aught wrang?'
'Here's a dollar,man,'said Mr.Saunders;'now,or never,Peter,do me a good turn.Yonder's your namesake,Peter Peebles,will drive the swine through our bonny hanks of yarn;get him over to John's Coffeehouse,man--gie him his meridian--keep him there,drunk or sober,till the hearing is ower.'[The simile is obvious,from the old manufacture of Scotland,when the gudewife's thrift,as the yarn wrought in the winter was called,when laid down to bleach by the burn-side,was peculiarly exposed to the inroads of pigs,seldom well regulated about a Scottish farm-house.]
'Eneugh said,'quoth Peter Drudgeit,no way displeased with his own share in the service required,'We'se do your bidding.'
Accordingly,the scribe was presently seen whispering in the ear of Peter Peebles,whose response came forth in the following broken form :-'Leave the court for ae minute on this great day of judgement?
not I,by the Reg--Eh!what?Brandy,did ye say--French brandy?--couldna ye fetch a stoup to the bar under your coat,man?Impossible?Nay,if it's clean impossible,and if we have an hour good till they get through the single bill and the summar-roll,I carena if I cross the close wi'you;I am sure Ineed something to keep my heart up this awful day;but I'll no stay above an instant--not above a minute of time--nor drink aboon a single gill,'
In a few minutes afterwards,the two Peters were seen moving through the Parliament Close (which new-fangled affectation has termed a Square),the triumphant Drudgeit leading captive the passive Peebles,whose legs conducted him towards the dramshop,while his reverted eyes were fixed upon the court.They dived into the Cimmerian abysses of John's Coffeehouse,[See Note 5.]
formerly the favourite rendezvous of the classical and genial Doctor Pitcairn,and were for the present seen no more.
Relieved from his tormentor,Alan Fairford had time to rally his recollections,which,in the irritation of his spirits,had nearly escaped him,and to prepare himself far a task,the successful discharge or failure in which must,he was aware,have the deepest influence upon his fortunes.He had pride,was not without a consciousness of talent,and the sense of his father's feelings upon the subject impelled him to the utmost exertion.
Above all,he had that sort of self-command which is essential to success in every arduous undertaking,and he was constitutionally free from that feverish irritability by which those whose over-active imaginations exaggerate difficulties,render themselves incapable of encountering such when they arrive.
Having collected all the scattered and broken associations which were necessary,Alan's thoughts reverted to Dumfriesshire,and the precarious situation in which he feared his beloved friend had placed himself;and once and again he consulted his watch,eager to have his present task commenced and ended,that he might hasten to Darsie's assistance.The hour and moment at length arrived.The macer shouted,with all his well-remembered brazen strength of lungs,'Poor Peter Peebles VERSUS Plainstanes,PERDumtoustie ET Tough!--Maister Da-a-niel Dumtoustie!'Dumtoustie answered not the summons,which,deep and swelling as it was,could not reach across the Queensferry;but our Maister Alan Fairford appeared in his place.
The court was very much crowded;for much amusement had been received on former occasions when Peter had volunteered his own oratory,and had been completely successful in routing the gravity of the whole procedure,and putting to silence,not indeed the counsel of the opposite party,but his own.
Both bench and audience seemed considerably surprised at the juvenile appearance of the young man who appeared in the room of Dumtoustie,for the purpose of opening this complicated and long depending process,and the common herd were disappointed at the absence of Peter the client,the Punchinello of the expected entertainment.The judges looked with a very favourable countenance on our friend Alan,most of them being acquainted,more or less,with so old a practitioner as his father,and all,or almost all,affording,from civility,the same fair play to the first pleading of a counsel,which the House of Commons yields to the maiden speech of one of its members.
Lord Bladderskate was an exception to this general expression of benevolence.He scowled upon Alan,from beneath his large,shaggy,grey eyebrows,just as if the young lawyer had been usurping his nephew's honours,instead of covering his disgrace;and,from feelings which did his lordship little honour,he privately hoped the young man would not succeed in the cause which his kinsman had abandoned.
Even Lord Bladderskate,however,was,in spite of himself,pleased with the judicious and modest tone in which Alan began his address to the court,apologizing for his own presumption,and excusing it by the sudden illness of his learned brother,for whom the labour of opening a cause of some difficulty and importance had been much more worthily designed.He spoke of himself as he really was,and of young Dumtoustie as what he ought to have been,taking care not to dwell on either topic a moment longer than was necessary.The old judge's looks became benign;his family pride was propitiated,and,pleased equally with the modesty and civility of the young man whom he had thought forward and officious,he relaxed the scorn of his features into an expression of profound attention;the highest compliment,and the greatest encouragement,which a judge can render to the counsel addressing him.
Having succeeded in securing the favourable attention of the court,the young lawyer,using the lights which his father's experience and knowledge of business had afforded him,proceeded with an address and clearness,unexpected from one of his years,to remove from the case itself those complicated formalities with which it had been loaded,as a surgeon strips from a wound the dressings which had been hastily wrapped round it,in order to proceed to his cure SECUNDUM ARTEM.Developed of the cumbrous and complicated technicalities of litigation,with which the perverse obstinacy of the client,the inconsiderate haste or ignorance of his agents,and the evasions of a subtle adversary,had invested the process,the cause of Poor Peter Peebles,standing upon its ****** merits,was no bad subject for the declamation of a young counsel,nor did our friend Alan fail to avail himself of its strong points.
He exhibited his client as a ******-hearted,honest,well-meaning man,who,during a copartnership of twelve years,had gradually become impoverished,while his partner (his former clerk)having no funds but his share of the same business,into which he had been admitted without any advance of stock,had become gradually more and more wealthy.
'Their association,'said Alan,and the little flight was received with some applause,'resembled the ancient story of the fruit which was carved with a knife poisoned on one side of the blade only,so that the individual to whom the envenomed portion was served,drew decay and death from what afforded savour and sustenance to the consumer of the other moiety.'He then plunged boldly into the MARE MAGNUM of accompts between the parties;he pursued each false statement from the waste-book to the day-book,from the day-book to the bill-book,from the bill-book to the ledger;placed the artful interpolations and insertions of the fallacious Plainstanes in array against each other,and against the fact;and availing himself to the utmost of his father's previous labours,and his own knowledge of accompts,in which he had been sedulously trained,he laid before the court a clear and intelligible statement of the affairs of the copartnery,showing,with precision,that a large balance must,at the dissolution,have been due to his client,sufficient to have enabled him to have carried on business on his own account,and thus to have retained his situation in society as an independent and industrious tradesman.'But instead of this justice being voluntarily rendered by the former clerk to his former master,--by the party obliged to his benefactor,--by one honest man to another,--his wretched client had been compelled to follow his quondam clerk,his present debtor,from court to court;had found his just claims met with well-invented but unfounded counter-claims,had seen his party shift his character of pursuer or defender,as often as Harlequin effects his transformations,till,in a chase so varied and so long,the unhappy litigant had lost substance,reputation,and almost the use of reason itself,and came before their lordships an object of thoughtless derision to the unreflecting,of compassion to the better-hearted,and of awful meditation to every one who considered that,in a country where excellent laws were administered by upright and incorruptible judges,a man might pursue an almost indisputable claim through all the mazes of litigation;lose fortune,reputation,and reason itself in the chase,and now come before the supreme court of his country in the wretched condition of his unhappy client,a victim to protracted justice,and to that hope delayed which sickens the heart.'
The force of this appeal to feeling made as much impression on the Bench as had been previously effected by the clearness of Alan's argument.The absurd form of Peter himself,with his tow-wig,was fortunately not present to excite any ludicrous emotion,and the pause that took place when the young lawyer had concluded his speech,was followed by a murmur of approbation,which the ears of his father drank in as the sweetest sounds that had ever entered them.Many a hand of gratulation was thrust out to his grasp,trembling as it was with anxiety,and finally with delight;his voice faltering as he replied,'Aye,aye,I kend Alan was the lad to make a spoon or spoil a horn.'[Said of an adventurous gipsy,who resolves at all risks to convert a sheep's horn into a spoon.]
The counsel on the other side arose,an old practitioner,who had noted too closely the impression made by Alan's pleading not to fear the consequences of an immediate decision.He paid the highest compliments to his very young brother--'the Benjamin,as he would presume to call him,of the learned Faculty--said the alleged hardships of Mr.Peebles were compensated by his being placed in a situation where the benevolence of their lordships had assigned him gratuitously such assistance as he might not otherwise have obtained at a high price--and allowed his young brother had put many things in such a new point of view,that,although he was quite certain of his ability to refute them,he was honestly desirous of having a few hours to arrange his answer,in order to be able to follow Mr.Fairford from point to point.He had further to observe,there was one point of the case to which his brother,whose attention had been otherwise so wonderfully comprehensive,had not given the consideration which he expected;it was founded on the interpretation of certain correspondence which had passed betwixt the parties soon after the dissolution of the copartnery.'
The court having heard Mr.Tough,readily allowed him two days for preparing himself,hinting at the same time that he might find his task difficult,and affording the young counsel,with high encomiums upon the mode in which he had acquitted himself,the choice of speaking,either now or at the next calling of the cause,upon the point which Plainstanes's lawyer had adverted to.
Alan modestly apologized for what in fact had been an omission very pardonable in so complicated a case,and professed himself instantly ready to go through that correspondence,and prove that it was in form and substance exactly applicable to the view of the case he had submitted to their lordships.He applied to his father,who sat behind him,to hand him,from time to time,the letters,in the order in which he meant to read and comment upon them.
Old Counsellor Tough had probably formed an ingenious enough scheme to blunt the effect of the young lawyer's reasoning,by thus obliging him to follow up a process of reasoning,clear and complete in itself,by a hasty and extemporary appendix.If so,he seemed likely to be disappointed;for Alan was well prepared on this as on other parts of the cause,and recommenced his pleading with a degree of animation which added force even to what he had formerly stated,and might perhaps have occasioned the old gentleman to regret his having again called him up,when his father,as he handed him the letters,put one into his hand which produced a singular effect on the pleader.
At the first glance,he saw that the paper had no reference to the affairs of Peter Peebles;but the first glance also showed him,what,even at that time,and in that presence,he could not help reading;and which,being read,seemed totally to disconcert his ideas.He stopped short in his harangue--gazed on the paper with a look of surprise and horror-uttered an exclamation,and flinging down the brief which he had in his hand,hurried out of court without returning a single word of answer to the various questions,'What was the matter?'--'Was he taken unwell?'--'Should not a chair be called?'&c.&c.&c.
The elder Mr.Fairford,who remained seated,and looking as senseless as if he had been made of stone,was at length recalled to himself by the anxious inquiries of the judges and the counsel after his son's health.He then rose with an air,in which was mingled the deep habitual reverence in which he held the court,with some internal cause of agitation,and with difficulty mentioned something of a mistake--a piece of bad news--Alan,he hoped would be well enough to-morrow.But unable to proceed further,he clasped his hands together,exclaiming,'My son!my son!'and left the court hastily,as if in pursuit of him.
'What's the matter with the auld ***** next?'[Tradition ascribes this whimsical style of language to the ingenious and philosophical Lord Kaimes.]said an acute metaphysical judge,though somewhat coarse in his manners,aside to his brethren.
'This is a daft cause,Bladderskate--first,it drives the poor man mad that aught it--then your nevoy goes daft with fright,and flies the pit--then this smart young hopeful is aff the hooks with too hard study,I fancy--and now auld Saunders Fairford is as lunatic as the best of them.What say ye till't,ye *****?'
'Nothing,my lord,'answered Bladderskate,much too formal to admire the levities in which his philosophical brother sometimes indulged--'I say nothing,but pray to Heaven to keep our own wits.'
'Amen,amen,'answered his learned brother;'for some of us have but few to spare.'
The court then arose,and the audience departed,greatly wondering at the talent displayed by Alan Fairford at his first appearance in a case so difficult and so complicated,and assigning a hundred conjectural causes,each different from the others,for the singular interruption which had clouded his day of success.The worst of the whole was,that six agents,who had each come to the separate resolution of thrusting a retaining fee into Alan's hand as he left the court,shook their heads as they returned the money into their leathern pouches,and said,'that the lad was clever,but they would like to see more of him before they engaged him in the way of business--they did not like his lowping away like a flea in a blanket.'