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 "Peace! peace!" said the solicitor, unable in spite of himself to repress a laugh at the amazed face of the cloak-room attendant, and moving to where his hansom awaited him; "give up those papers here and now like a good fellow, and save me a great deal of time and worry. If Harris doesn't see them first thing to-morrow it means a postponement, and we don't want that."

"There is need for neither," said Northcote, buttoning up his threadbare overcoat. "But, ye gods and little fishes! what is the name for the total blindness, the pathetic obtuseness, which has eclipsed the faculties of this connoisseur, this expert? Here is one who has been angling for years for a real authentic fish from the sea, yet when one plumps into his net, being accustomed to nothing but the sight of minnows, he doesn't even guess at his travaille."

By this time the solicitor had fled precipitately through the vestibule of the restaurant, and stood in the portico awaiting his hansom.