Both, pouring forth many thanks for his invitation, seemed as if they would much rather not, and Mr.Justice Foxley was making a score of apologies, with at least a hundred cautionary hems and eh-ehs, when the girl Dorcas burst into the room, and announced a gentleman on justice business.
'What gentleman ?--and whom does he want ?' 'He is cuome post on his ten toes,' said the wench; 'and on justice business to his worship loike.

I'se uphald him a gentleman, for he speaks as good Latin as the schule-measter; but, lack-a-day! he has gotten a queer mop of a wig.' The gentleman, thus announced and described, bounced into the room.
But I have already written as much as fills a sheet of my paper, and my singular embarrassments press so hard on me that I have matter to fill another from what followed the intrusion of--my dear Alan--your crazy client--Poor Peter Peebles!.