'Is he a good man?' inquired Mr. Pickwick.
'Good man!' replied Perker; 'bless your heart and soul, my dear
sir, Serjeant Snubbin is at the very top of his profession. Gets
treble the business of any man in court―engaged in every case.
You needn't mention it abroad; but we say―we of the profession―
that Serjeant Snubbin leads the court by the nose.'
The little man took another pinch of snuff as he made this
communication, and nodded mysteriously to Mr. Pickwick.
'They have subpoenaed my three friends,' said Mr. Pickwick.
'Ah! of course they would,' replied Perker. 'Important
witnesses; saw you in a delicate situation.'
'But she fainted of her own accord,' said Mr. Pickwick. 'She
threw herself into my arms.'
'Very likely, my dear sir,' replied Perker; 'very likely and very
natural. Nothing more so, my dear sir, nothing. But who's to prove
it?'
'They have subpoenaed my servant, too,' said Mr. Pickwick,
quitting the other point; for there Mr. Perker's question had
somewhat staggered him.
'Sam?' said Perker.
Mr. Pickwick replied in the affirmative.
'Of course, my dear sir; of course. I knew they would. I could
have told you that, a month ago. You know, my dear sir, if you will
take the management of your affairs into your own hands after
entrusting them to your
solicitor, you must also take the
consequences.' Here Mr. Perker drew himself up with conscious
dignity, and brushed some stray grains of snuff from his shirt frill.
'And what do they want him to prove?' asked Mr. Pickwick,
after two or three minutes' silence.
'That you sent him up to the plaintiff 's to make some offer of a
compromise, I suppose,' replied Perker. 'It don't matter much,
though; I don't think many counsel could get a great deal out of
him.'
'I don't think they could,' said Mr. Pickwick, smiling, despite his
vexation, at the idea of Sam's appearance as a witness. 'What
course do we pursue?'
'We have only one to adopt, my dear sir,' replied Perker; 'cross-
examine the witnesses; trust to Snubbin's
eloquence; throw dust
in the eyes of the judge; throw ourselves on the jury.'
'And suppose the
verdict is against me?' said Mr. Pickwick.
Mr. Perker smiled, took a very long pinch of snuff, stirred the
fire, shrugged his shoulders, and remained
expressively silent.
'You mean that in that case I must pay the damages?' said Mr.
Pickwick, who had watched this telegraphic answer with
considerable sternness.
Perker gave the fire another very unnecessary poke, and said, 'I
am afraid so.'
'Then I beg to announce to you my unalterable
determinationto pay no damages whatever,' said Mr. Pickwick, most
emphatically. 'None, Perker. Not a pound, not a penny of my
money, shall find its way into the pockets of Dodson and Fogg.
That is my
deliberate and irrevocable
determination.' Mr.
Pickwick gave a heavy blow on the table before him, in
confirmation of the irrevocability of his intention.
'Very well, my dear sir, very well,' said Perker. 'You know best,
of course.'
'Of course,' replied Mr. Pickwick hastily. 'Where does Serjeant
Snubbin live?'
'In Lincoln's Inn Old Square,' replied Perker.
'I should like to see him,' said Mr. Pickwick.
'See Serjeant Snubbin, my dear sir!' rejoined Perker, in utter
amazement. 'Pooh, pooh, my dear sir, impossible. See Serjeant
Snubbin! Bless you, my dear sir, such a thing was never heard of,
without a
consultation fee being
previously paid, and a
consultation fixed. It couldn't be done, my dear sir; it couldn't be
done.'
Mr. Pickwick, however, had made up his mind not only that it
could be done, but that it should be done; and the consequence
was, that within ten minutes after he had received the
assurancethat the thing was impossible, he was conducted by his
solicitorinto the outer office of the great Serjeant Snubbin himself.
It was an uncarpeted room of tolerable dimensions, with a large
writing-table drawn up near the fire, the baize top of which had
long since lost all claim to its original hue of green, and had
gradually grown gray with dust and age, except where all traces of
its natural colour were obliterated by ink-stains. Upon the table
were numerous little bundles of papers tied with red tape; and
behind it, sat an
elderly clerk, whose sleek appearance and heavy
gold watch-chain presented
imposing indications of the extensive
and lucrative practice of Mr. Serjeant Snubbin.
'Is the Serjeant in his room, Mr. Mallard?' inquired Perker,
offering his box with all imaginable
courtesy.
'Yes, he is,' was the reply, 'but he's very busy. Look here; not an
opinion given yet, on any one of these cases; and an expedition fee
paid with all of 'em.' The clerk smiled as he said this, and inhaled
the pinch of snuff with a zest which seemed to be compounded of a
fondness for snuff and a
relish for fees.
'Something like practice that,' said Perker.
'Yes,' said the barrister's clerk, producing his own box, and
offering it with the greatest cordiality; 'and the best of it is, that as
nobody alive except myself can read the Serjeant's writing, they
are obliged to wait for the opinions, when he has given them, till I
have copied 'em, ha-ha-ha!'
'Which makes good for we know who, besides the Serjeant, and
draws a little more out of the
clients, eh?' said Perker; 'ha, ha, ha!'
At this the Serjeant's clerk laughed again―not a noisy
boisterouslaugh, but a silent,
internalchuckle, which Mr. Pickwick disliked
to hear. When a man bleeds
inwardly, it is a dangerous thing for
himself; but when he laughs
inwardly, it bodes no good to other
people.
'You haven't made me out that little list of the fees that I'm in
your debt, have you?' said Perker.
'No, I have not,' replied the clerk.
'I wish you would,' said Perker. 'Let me have them, and I'll send
you a cheque. But I suppose you're too busy pocketing the ready
money, to think of the debtors, eh? ha, ha, ha!' This sally seemed
to
tickle the clerk
amazingly, and he once more enjoyed a little
quiet laugh to himself.
'But, Mr. Mallard, my dear friend,' said Perker, suddenly
recovering his
gravity, and
drawing the great man's great man
into a Corner, by the lappel of his coat; 'you must persuade the
Serjeant to see me, and my
client here.'
'Come, come,' said the clerk, 'that's not bad either. See the
Serjeant! come, that's too absurd.' Notwithstanding the
absurdityof the proposal, however, the clerk allowed himself to be gently
drawn beyond the
hearing of Mr. Pickwick; and after a short
conversation conducted in whispers, walked softly down a little
dark passage, and disappeared into the legal luminary's sanctum,
whence he shortly returned on
tiptoe, and informed Mr. Perker
and Mr. Pickwick that the Serjeant had been prevailed upon, in
violation of all established rules and customs, to admit them at
once.
Mr. Serjeant Snubbins was a lantern-faced, sallow-
complexioned man, of about five-and-forty, or―as the novels say―
he might be fifty. He had that dull-looking, boiled eye which is
often to be seen in the heads of people who have
appliedthemselves during many years to a weary and
laborious course of
study; and which would have been sufficient, without the
additional eyeglass which dangled from a broad black riband
round his neck, to warn a stranger that he was very near-sighted.
His hair was thin and weak, which was partly attributable to his
having never
devoted much time to its arrangement, and partly to
his having worn for five-and-twenty years the forensic wig which
hung on a block beside him. The marks of hair-powder on his coat-
collar, and the ill-washed and worse tied white neckerchief round
his throat, showed that he had not found
leisure since he left the court to make any
alteration in his dress; while the slovenly style
of the
remainder of his costume warranted the
inference that his
personal appearance would not have been very much improved if
he had. Books of practice, heaps of papers, and opened letters,
were scattered over the table, without any attempt at order or
arrangement; the furniture of the room was old and rickety; the
doors of the book-case were rotting in their hinges; the dust flew
out from the carpet in little clouds at every step; the blinds were
yellow with age and dirt; the state of everything in the room
showed, with a
clearness not to be
mistaken, that Mr. Serjeant
Snubbin was far too much occupied with his professional pursuits
to take any great heed or regard of his personal comforts.
The Serjeant was writing when his
clients entered; he bowed
abstractedly when Mr. Pickwick was introduced by his
solicitor;
and then,
motioning them to a seat, put his pen carefully in the
inkstand, nursed his left leg, and waited to be spoken to.
'Mr. Pickwick is the
defendant in Bardell and Pickwick,
Serjeant Snubbin,' said Perker.
'I am retained in that, am I?' said the Serjeant.
'You are, sir,' replied Perker.
The Serjeant nodded his head, and waited for something else.
'Mr. Pickwick was anxious to call upon you, Serjeant Snubbin,'
said Perker, 'to state to you, before you entered upon the case, that
he denies there being any ground or
pretence whatever for the
action against him; and that unless he came into court with clean
hands, and without the most
conscientious conviction that he was
right in resisting the plaintiff's demand, he would not be there at
all. I believe I state your views
correctly; do I not, my dear sir?'
said the little man, turning to Mr. Pickwick. 'Quite so,' replied that gentleman.
Mr. Serjeant Snubbin unfolded his glasses, raised them to his
eyes; and, after looking at Mr. Pickwick for a few seconds with
great curiosity, turned to Mr. Perker, and said, smiling slightly as
he spoke―'Has Mr. Pickwick a strong case?'
The attorney shrugged his shoulders.
'Do you propose
calling witnesses?'
'No.'
The smile on the Serjeant's countenance became more defined;
he rocked his leg with increased violence; and, throwing himself
back in his easy-chair, coughed dubiously.
These tokens of the Serjeant's presentiments on the subject,
slight as they were, were not lost on Mr. Pickwick. He settled the
spectacles, through which he had attentively regarded such
demonstrations of the barrister's feelings as he had permitted
himself to exhibit, more firmly on his nose; and said with great
energy, and in utter
disregard of all Mr. Perker's admonitory
winkings and frownings―
'My wishing to wait upon you, for such a purpose as this, sir,
appears, I have no doubt, to a gentleman who sees so much of
these matters as you must
necessarily do, a very extraordinary
circumstance.'
The Serjeant tried to look gravely at the fire, but the smile came
back again.
'Gentlemen of your profession, sir,' continued Mr. Pickwick,
'see the worst side of human nature. All its disputes, all its ill-will
and bad blood, rise up before you. You know from your experience
of juries (I mean no disparagement to you, or them) how much
depends upon effect; and you are apt to attribute to others, a desire to use, for purposes of
deception and self-interest, the very
instruments which you, in pure
honesty and honour of purpose,
and with a laudable desire to do your utmost for your
client, know
the temper and worth of so well, from constantly employing them
yourselves. I really believe that to this circumstance may be
attributed the
vulgar but very general notion of your being, as a
body,
suspicious, distrustful, and over-cautious. Conscious as I am,
sir, of the
disadvantage of making such a
declaration to you, under
such circumstances, I have come here, because I wish you
distinctly to understand, as my friend Mr. Perker has said, that I
am innocent of the
falsehood laid to my charge; and although I am
very well aware of the inestimable value of your assistance, sir, I
must beg to add, that unless you
sincerely believe this, I would
rather be deprived of the aid of your talents than have the
advantage of them.'
Long before the close of this address, which we are bound to
say was of a very prosy character for Mr. Pickwick, the Serjeant
had relapsed into a state of abstraction. After some minutes,
however, during which he had reassumed his pen, he appeared to
be again aware of the presence of his
clients; raising his head from
the paper, he said, rather snappishly―
'Who is with me in this case?'
'Mr. Phunky, Serjeant Snubbin,' replied the attorney.
'Phunky―Phunky,' said the Serjeant, 'I never heard the name
before. He must be a very young man.'
'Yes, he is a very young man,' replied the attorney. 'He was only
called the other day. Let me see―he has not been at the Bar eight
years yet.'
'Ah, I thought not,' said the Serjeant, in that sort of pitying tone in which ordinary folks would speak of a very helpless little child.
'Mr. Mallard, send round to Mr.―Mr.―'
'Phunky's―Holborn Court, Gray's Inn,' interposed Perker.
(Holborn Court, by the bye, is South Square now.) 'Mr. Phunky,
and say I should be glad if he'd step here, a moment.'
Mr. Mallard
departed to execute his
commission; and Serjeant
Snubbin relapsed into abstraction until Mr. Phunky himself was
introduced.
Although an infant barrister, he was a full-grown man. He had a
very nervous manner, and a
painfulhesitation in his speech; it did
not appear to be a natural
defect, but seemed rather the result of
timidity, arising from the
consciousness of being 'kept down' by
want of means, or interest, or connection, or impudence, as the
case might be. He was overawed by the Serjeant, and
profoundly
courteous to the attorney.
'I have not had the pleasure of
seeing you before, Mr. Phunky,'
said Serjeant Snubbin, with
haughty condescension.
Mr. Phunky bowed. He had had the pleasure of
seeing the
Serjeant, and of envying him too, with all a poor man's envy, for
eight years and a quarter.
'You are with me in this case, I understand?' said the Serjeant.
If Mr. Phunky had been a rich man, he would have instantly
sent for his clerk to remind him; if he had been a wise one, he
would have
applied his
forefinger to his forehead, and
endeavoured to
recollect, whether, in the multiplicity of his
engagements, he had undertaken this one or not; but as he was
neither rich nor wise (in this sense, at all events) he turned red,
and bowed.
'Have you read the papers, Mr. Phunky?' inquired the Serjeant. Here again, Mr. Phunky should have professed to have
forgotten all about the merits of the case; but as he had read such
papers as had been laid before him in the course of the action, and
had thought of nothing else, waking or sleeping, throughout the
two months during which he had been retained as Mr. Serjeant
Snubbin's junior, he turned a deeper red and bowed again.
'This is Mr. Pickwick,' said the Serjeant, waving his pen in the
direction in which that gentleman was standing.
Mr. Phunky bowed to Mr. Pickwick, with a
reverence which a
first
client must ever awaken; and again inclined his head towards
his leader.
'Perhaps you will take Mr. Pickwick away,' said the Serjeant,
'and―and―and―hear anything Mr. Pickwick may wish to
communicate. We shall have a
consultation, of course.' With that
hint that he had been interrupted quite long enough, Mr. Serjeant
Snubbin, who had been gradually growing more and more
abstracted,
applied his glass to his eyes for an instant, bowed
slightly round, and was once more deeply immersed in the case
before him, which arose out of an
interminable lawsuit, originating
in the act of an individual, deceased a century or so ago, who had
stopped up a
pathway leading from some place which nobody ever
came from, to some other place which nobody ever went to.
Mr. Phunky would not hear of passing through any door until
Mr. Pickwick and his
solicitor had passed through before him, so it
was some time before they got into the Square; and when they did
reach it, they walked up and down, and held a long conference,
the result of which was, that it was a very difficult matter to say
how the
verdict would go; that nobody could
presume to calculate
on the issue of an action; that it was very lucky they had prevented the other party from getting Serjeant Snubbin; and other topics of
doubt and
consolation, common in such a position of affairs.
Mr. Weller was then roused by his master from a sweet sleep of
an hour's
duration; and, bidding adieu to Lowten, they returned to
the city.
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- premium [´pri:miəm] n.奖励;奖金;保险费 四级词汇
- perspective [pə´spektiv] n.望远镜 a.透视的 六级词汇
- aristocrat [´æristəkræt] n.贵族 四级词汇
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- parchment [´pɑ:tʃmənt] n.羊皮纸(文稿) 四级词汇
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- treble [´trebəl] a.&n.三倍(重)的 六级词汇
- solicitor [sə´lisitə] n.律师;掮客 六级词汇
- vexation [vek´seiʃən] n.烦恼(的原因) 六级词汇
- eloquence [´eləkwəns] n.雄辩;口才 四级词汇
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- emphatically [im´fætikəli] ad.强调地;断然地 六级词汇
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- deception [di´sepʃən] n.欺骗,诈骗;骗术 六级词汇
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- duration [djuə´reiʃən] n.持久;持续期间 六级词汇