Speaking as a professional man, do you think there's any risk ?' 'What does it matter ?' responded Michael, 'they'll chuck you out sooner or later.

Somehow you don't give the effect of being a good magistrate.' 'I only wish I was a solicitor,' retorted his companion, 'instead of a poor devil of a country gentleman.

Suppose we start one of those tontine affairs ourselves; I to pay five hundred a year, and you to guarantee me against every misfortune except illness or marriage.' 'It strikes me,' remarked the lawyer with a meditative laugh, as he lighted a cigar, 'it strikes me that you must be a cursed nuisance in this world of ours.' 'Do you really think so, Finsbury ?' responded the magistrate, leaning back in his cushions, delighted with the compliment.

'Yes, I suppose I am a nuisance.

But, mind you, I have a stake in the country: don't forget that, dear boy.'.