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 latter, "and that is a pity, because in all my life I have never felt my mind to be quite so clear as it is to-night. Perhaps it it not fair to expect you to appreciate the point at which I have arrived, and why it is impossible for me to restore your brief." He pressed his hands over the bundle of papers in his coat. "You see your brief is my destiny."

A final expression of somewhat forcible disapproval escaped Mr. Whitcomb, and he moved away to the room in which he had deposited his hat and coat.

As an attendant was assisting to envelop the solicitor's portliness in these articles, it annoyed him to find that Northcote had followed him.

"Why not spare one this trouble to which you are putting one?" he said reproachfully. "Why not be moderately reasonable about it?"

"Ah, you see," said Northcote with a smile, as he presented the ticket for his own extremely time-worn hat and coat, "even a thing so primitive as 'the moderately reasonable' must submit itself to the peculiarly elusive mental plane one is doomed to inhabit."

"Peace! peace!" said the solicitor. "No more of that!"

"Attorney and advocate, judge and jury," said the young man, as he rummaged in vain among his pockets to find a tip for the attendant, "justice and equity, the prisoner at the bar and the victim of circumstance,—one and all are to be poised upon the same arbitrary moral elevation, to submit to the mandates of a tribunal which is the creation of that egregiously warped and time-serving thing upon which we bestow the name of The Majority."