She aint half bad, said the boy; but if she knows her letters its the most she does and them I learned her.
The gloomy Eugene, with his hands in his pockets, had strolled in and assisted at the latter part of the dialogue; when the boy spoke these words slightingly of his sister, he took him roughly enough by the chin, and turned up his face to look at it.
Well, Im sure, sir! said the boy, resisting; I hope youll know me again.
Eugene vouchsafed no answer; but made the proposal to Mortimer, Ill go with you, if you like? So, they all three went away together in the vehicle that had brought the boy; the two friends (once boys together at a public school) inside, smoking cigars; the messenger on the box beside the driver.
Let me see, said Mortimer, as they went along; I have been, Eugene, upon the honourable roll of solicitors of the High Court of Chancery, and attorneys at Common Law, five years; and except gratuitously taking instructions, on an average once a fortnight, for the will of Lady Tippins who has nothing to leave I have had no scrap of business but this romantic business.
And I, said Eugene, have been called seven years, and have had no business at all, and never shall have any. And if I had, I shouldnt know how to do it.
I am far from being clear as to the last particular, returned Mortimer, with great composure, that I have much advantage over you.
I hate, said Eugene, putting his legs up on the opposite seat, I hate my profession.
Shall I incommode you, if I put mine up too? returned Mortimer. Thank you. I hate mine.
It was forced upon me, said the gloomy Eugene, because it was understood that we wanted a barrister in the family. We have got a precious one.
It was forced upon me, said Mortimer, because it was understood that we wanted a solicitor in the family. And we have got a precious one.
There are four of us, with our names painted on a door-post in right of one black hole called a set of chambers, said Eugene; and each of us has the fourth of a clerk Cassim Baba, in the robbers cave and Cassim is the only respectable member of the party.
I am one by myself, one, said Mortimer, high up an awful staircase commanding a burial-ground, and I have a whole clerk to myself, and he has nothing to do but look at the burial-ground, and what he will turn out when arrived at maturity, I cannot conceive. Whether, in that shabby rooks nest, he is always plotting wisdom or plotting murder; whether he will grow up, after so much solitary brooding, to enlighten his fellow-creatures, or to poison them; is the only speck of interest that presents itself to my professional view. Will you give me a light? Thank you.
Then idiots talk, said Eugene, leaning back, folding his arms, smoking with his eyes shut, and speaking slightly through his nose, of Energy. If there is a word in the dictionary under any letter from A to Z that I abominate, it is energy. It is such a conventional superstition, such parrot gabble! What the deuce! Am I to rush out into the street, collar the first man of a wealthy appearance that I meet, shake him, and say, Go to law upon the spot, you dog, and retain me, or Ill be the death of you? Yet that would be energy.
Precisely my view of the case, Eugene. But show me a good opportunity, show me something really worth being energetic about, and Ill show you energy.
And so will I, said Eugene.
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