Ishmael; Or, In the Depths Part 123
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"I am very glad, sir," said the little lieutenant, rising.
"Won't you have something before you go?"
The lieutenant hesitated.
"Shall I ring for the maid to bring you a slice of bread and b.u.t.ter and a cup of milk?"
"No, thank you, sir!" said Springald, with a look of offended dignity.
"Very well, then; you must give my respects to your papa and mamma, and ask them to let you come and play with little Bobby and Tommy Middleton!
They are nice little boys!" said the judge, so very kindly that the little lieutenant, though hugely affronted, scarcely knew in what manner to resent the affront.
"Good-day, sir!" he said, with a vast a.s.sumption of dignity, as he strutted towards the door.
"Good-day, my little friend. You seem an innocent little fellow enough.
Therefore I hope that you will never again be led into the sinful folly of carrying a challenge to fight a duel, especially to a gray-headed chief justice."
And so saying, Judge Merlin bowed his visitor out.
And it is scarcely necessary to say that Judge Merlin heard no more of "the satisfaction of a gentleman."
The story, however, got out, and Captain Burghe and his second were so mercilessly laughed at, that they voluntarily shortened their own furlough and speedily left Was.h.i.+ngton.
The remainder of that week the house was again closed to company, during the process of dismantling the reception rooms of their festive decorations and restoring them to their ordinarily sober aspect.
By Sat.u.r.day afternoon this transformation was effected, and the household felt themselves at home again.
Early that evening Ishmael joined the family circle perfectly radiant with good news.
"What is it, Ishmael?" inquired the judge.
"Well, sir, the hard-fought battle is over at length, and we have the victory. The case of Cobham versus Hanley is decided. The jury came into court this afternoon with a verdict for the plaintiff."
"Good!" said the judge.
"And the widow and children get their money. I am so glad!" said Bee, who had kept herself posted up in the progress of the great suit by reading the reports in the daily papers.
"Yes, but how much money will you get, Ishmael?" inquired the judge.
"None, sir, on this case. A conditional fee that I was to make out of my case was offered me by the plaintiff in the first instance, but of course I could not speculate in justice."
"Humph! well, it is of no use to argue with you, Ishmael. Now, there are two great cases which you have gained, and which ought to have brought you at least a thousand dollars, and which have brought you nothing."
"Not exactly nothing, uncle; they have brought him fame," said Bee.
"Fame is all very well, but money is better," said the judge.
"The money will come also in good time, uncle; never you fear. Ishmael has placed his capital out at good interest, and with the best security."
"What do you mean, Bee?"
"'Whoso giveth to the poor, lendeth to the Lord.' Ishmael's services, given to the poor, are lent to the Lord," said Bee reverently.
"Humph! humph! humph!" muttered the judge, who never ventured to carry on an argument when the Scripture was quoted against him. "Well! I suppose it is all right. And now I hear that you are counsel for that poor devil Toomey, who fell through the grating of Sarsfield's cellar, and crippled himself for life."
"Yes," said Ishmael. "I think he is ent.i.tled to heavy damages. It was criminal carelessness in Sarsfield & Company to leave their cellar grating in that unsafe condition for weeks, to the great peril of the pa.s.sers-by. It was a regular trap for lives and limbs. And this poor laborer, pa.s.sing over it, has fallen and lamed himself for life! And he has a large family depending upon him for support. I have laid the damages at five thousand dollars."
"Yes; but how much do you get?"
"Nothing. As in the other two cases, my client is not able to pay me a retaining fee, and it is against my principles to accept a contingent one."
"Humph! that makes three 'free, gratis, for nothing' labors! I wonder how long it will be before the money cases begin to come on?" inquired the judge, a little sarcastically.
"Oh, not very long," smiled Ishmael. "I have already received several retaining fees from clients who are able to pay, but whose cases may not come on until the next term."
"But when does poor Toomey's case come on?"
"Monday."
At that moment the door opened, and Powers announced:
"Lord Vincent!"
The viscount entered the drawing room; and Ishmael's pleasure was over for that evening.
On Monday Ishmael's third case, Toomey versus Sarsfield, came on. It lasted several days, and then was decided in favor of the plaintiff--Toomey receiving every dollar of the damages claimed for him by his attorney. In his grat.i.tude the poor man would have pressed a large sum of money, even to one-fifth of his gains, upon his young counsel; but Ishmael, true to his principle of never gambling in justice, refused to take a dollar.
That week the court adjourned; and the young barrister had leisure to study and get up his cases for the next term. The extra session of Congress was also over. The Was.h.i.+ngton season was in fact at an end. And everybody was preparing to leave town.
Judge Merlin issued a proclamation that his servants should pack up all his effects, preparatory to a migration to Tanglewood; for that chains should not bind him to Was.h.i.+ngton any longer, nor wild horses draw him to Saratoga, or any other place of public resort; because his very soul was sick of crowds and longed for the wilderness.
But the son of Powhatan was destined to find that circ.u.mstances are often stronger than those forces that he defied.
And so his departure from Was.h.i.+ngton was delayed for weeks by this event.
One morning the Viscount Vincent called as usual, and, after a prolonged private interview with Miss Merlin, he sent a message to Judge Merlin requesting to see him alone for a few minutes.
Ishmael was seated with Judge Merlin in the study at the moment Powers brought this message.
"Ah! Lord Vincent requests the honor of a private interview with me, does he? Well, it is what I have been expecting for some days! Wonder if he doesn't think he is conferring an honor instead of receiving one? Ask him to be so good as to walk up, Powers. Ishmael, my dear boy, excuse me for dismissing you for a few minutes; but pray return to me as soon as this Lord--'Foppington'--leaves me. May Satan fly away with him, for I know he is coming to ask me for my girl!"
It was well that Ishmael happened to be sitting with his back to the window. It was well also that Judge Merlin did not look up as his young partner pa.s.sed out, else would the judge have seen the haggard countenance which would have told him more eloquently than words could of the force of the blow that had fallen on Ishmael's heart.
He went up into his own little room, and sat down at his desk, and leaning his brow upon his hand struggled with the anguish that wrung his heart.
It had fallen, then! It had fallen--the crus.h.i.+ng blow! Claudia was betrothed to the viscount. He might have been, as everyone else was, prepared for this. But he was not. For he knew that Claudia was perfectly conscious of his own pa.s.sionate love for her, and he knew that she loved him with almost equal fervor. It is true his heart had been often wrung with jealousy when seeing her with Lord Vincent; yet even then he had thought that her vanity only was interested in receiving the attentions of the viscount; and he had trusted in her honor that he believed would never permit her, while loving himself, to marry another, or even give that other serious encouragement. It is true also that he had never breathed his love to Claudia, for he knew that to do so would be an unpardonable abuse of his position in Judge Merlin's family, a flagrant breach of confidence, and a fatal piece of presumption that would insure his final banishment from Claudia's society. So he had struggled to control his pa.s.sion, seeing also that Claudia strove to conquer hers. And though no words pa.s.sed between them, each knew by secret sympathy the state of the other's mind.
But lately, since his brilliant success at the bar and the glorious prospect that opened before him, he had begun to hope that Claudia, conscious of their mutual love, would wait for him only a few short years, at the end of which he would be able to offer her a position not unworthy even of Judge Merlin's daughter.
Ishmael; Or, In the Depths Part 123
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