Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . owing to each. Old Stobbs would have sat down and told Twister all hopes andfears, but the later, though a voluminous conveyancer, was a conciseconversationalist, and soon cut short the dialogue by looking at and producing a little red volume indorsed cash book, hepolitely inquired what Christain name he should enter, and thenobserving that his clerk would receive the fee, and show Mr. Charleswhat to do, he civilly bowed them into the outer room. Contrasting Twisters brevity with his country solicitors loquacity,old Stobbs told over his -hundred
Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . owing to each. Old Stobbs would have sat down and told Twister all hopes andfears, but the later, though a voluminous conveyancer, was a conciseconversationalist, and soon cut short the dialogue by looking at and producing a little red volume indorsed cash book, hepolitely inquired what Christain name he should enter, and thenobserving that his clerk would receive the fee, and show Mr. Charleswhat to do, he civilly bowed them into the outer room. Contrasting Twisters brevity with his country solicitors loquacity,old Stobbs told over his -hundred guineas to Mr. Bowker, the afore-said clerk; and just as he was leaving Lincolns Inn, his mindreceived consolation for the otherwise unpromising investment, byseeing the Lord Chancellor arrive in his coach, and enter his court,preceded by the mace and other glittering insignia of office. Whoknows, thought old Stobbs to himself, but Charles may some dayoccupy that throne ; and an indistinct vision flitted across the old - fe|v V, i IU. A WELCOME ARRIVAL. OB, MB. JOBBOCKSS HUNT. 167 mans mind, of stuffing the woolsack with the produce of his ownsheep. Shortly after, with an aching heart and fervent prayers for his sonshappiness, the old gentleman returned to Yorkshire; and Charles,having removed his portmanteau from the Piazza to a first-floorlodging in Hadlow Street, Burton Crescent, made his second ap-pearance at the chambers of Mr. Twister. * * * * # * Oh, its you! exclaimed Mr. Bowker, answering the gentlerat-tat-fat at the outer door, come in, Sir, come in —no occasionto knock!—No ceremony! — Paid your footing yoi» know—Oneof us. Mr. Bowker, or Bill Bowker, as he was generally caMed, was astout, square-built, ruddy-complexioned, yellow-haired, bustling,middle-aged man, with a great taste for flash clothes and the present occasion, he sported a smart nut-brown coat, with avelvet collar ; a sky-blue satin stock, secured by numerous pins andbrooches ; a do
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