_My_ advice is to sue
Thomas Hardie; and declare in Tort.
"(Signed) BARROW.
_"N.B._--I have been thus particular, because Hardie _v._ Hardie (if
carried to a verdict) will probably be a leading case."
"Who shall decide when counsel disagree?' inquired Alfred satirically.
"That depends on where they do it. If in court, the judge. If here, the
attorney."
You appear sanguine, Mr. Compton," said Alfred; "perhaps you would not
mind advancing me a little money. I've only half-a-crown."
"It is all ready for you in this drawer," said Compton cheerfully. "See
thirty sovereigns. Then you need not go to a bank."
"What, you knew I should borrow?"
"Don't all my clients begin by bleeding _me?_ It is the rule of this
office."
"Then why don't you give up business?"
"Because I bleed the opposite attorney's client a pound or two more than
my own bleeds me."
He then made Alfred sign a promissory note for the thirty pounds: advised
him to keep snug for one week more, and promised to write to him in two
days, and send Thomas Hardie's answer. Alfred left his address and went
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