The next"-- but at this moment Mr.John Short was interrupted by the approach of a rather good-looking man, who wore an eye-glass continually fixed in his right eye.

He was Mr.News, of the great firm News and News, who were conducting the case on behalf of the defendants.
"Mr.Short, I believe ?" said Mr.News, contemplating his opponent's youthful form with pity, not unmixed with compassion.
"Yes." "Um, Mr.Short, I have been consulting with my clients and--um, the Attorney and Solicitor-General and Mr.Fiddlestick, and we are quite willing to admit that there are circumstances of doubt in this case which would justify us in making an offer of settlement." "Before I can enter into that, Mr.News," said John, with great dignity, "I must request the presence of my counsel." "Oh, certainly," said Mr.News, and accordingly James was summoned from his elevated perch, where he was once more going through his notes and the heads of his opening speech, although he already knew his brief--which, to do it justice, had been prepared with extraordinary care and elaboration--almost by heart, and next moment, for the first time in his life, found himself in consultation with an Attorney and a Solicitor-General.
"Look here, Short," said the first of these great men addressing James as though he had known him intimately for years, though, as a matter of fact, he had only that moment ascertained his name from Mr.Fiddlestick, who was himself obliged to refer to Bean before he could be sure of it--"look here, Short: don't you think that we can settle this business?
You've got a strongish case; but there are some ugly things against you, as no doubt you know." "I don't quite admit that," said James.
"Of course--of course," said Mr.Attorney; "but still, in my judgment, if you will not be offended at my expressing it, you are not quite on firm ground.

Supposing, for instance, your young lady is not allowed to give evidence ?" "I think," said a stout gentleman behind who wore upon his countenance the very sweetest and most infantile smile that Eustace had ever seen, breaking in rather hastily, as though he was afraid that his learned leader was showing too much of his hand, "I think that the case is one that, looked at from either point of view, will bear settlement better than fighting--eh, Fiddlestick?
But then, I'm a man of peace," and again he smiled most seductively at James.
"What are your terms ?" asked James.
The eminent counsel on the front bench turned round and stuck their wigs together like a lot of white-headed crows over a bone, and the slightly less eminent but still highly distinguished juniors on the second bench craned forward to listen.
"They are going to settle it," Eustace heard the barrister who was reporting for the _Times_ say to his long assistant.
"They always do settle every case of public interest," grunted the long man in answer; "we shan't see Miss Smithers' shoulders now.

Well, I shall get an introduction to her, and ask her to show them to me.

I take a great interest in tattooing." Meanwhile, Fiddlestick, Q.C., had been writing something on a strip of paper and handed to his leader, the Attorney-General (who, Mr.James Short saw with respectful admiration, had 500 guineas marked upon his brief).