Not a lawyer of us could live.

Ours is an occupation which dries the blood." The scene with Ripton had unnerved him, the wine had renovated, and gratitude to the wine inspired his tongue.

He thought that his client, of the whimsical mind, though undoubtedly correct moral views, had need of a glass.
"Now that very wine--Sir Austin--I think I do not err in saying, that very wine your respected father, Sir Pylcher Feverel, used to taste whenever he came to consult my father, when I was a boy.

And I remember one day being called in, and Sir Pylcher himself poured me out a glass.
I wish I could call in Ripton now, and do the same.

No! Leniency in such a case as that!--The wine would not hurt him--I doubt if there be much left for him to welcome his guests with.