Charles Tyrrell; or, The Bitter Blood. Volumes I and IIJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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Charles Tyrrell; or, The Bitter Blood. Volumes I and II
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Murder -- Fiction
Charles instantly led him up to Sir Francis Tyrrell, and introduced
him in form as the friend and schoolfellow whom he had so often heard
him mention, and the baronet behaved by no means ill upon the
occasion, treating the young lawyer with politeness and respect, and
saying, that though, of course, the business must be conducted by the
magistrates, and they could not suffer any one to interfere, yet it
was extremely right and proper that a solicitor should be present on
behalf of the prisoners, to watch the proceedings against them.
"Depend upon it, Sir Francis," replied young Morrison, "I should never
dream of interfering but where the law authorized me, and my duty
compelled me as the prisoners' solicitor. You will permit me, of
course, to have a few minutes' conversation with them, in the first
place?"
Sir Francis Tyrrell and the other justices consented, and Morrison,
approaching the group at the other end of the room, bade the officers
and others retire a little, in a tone which, though calm and quiet,
was obeyed at once, and then spoke to each of the prisoners in turn
for a single instant, seeming to ask none of them more than two
questions, to which some of them answered briefly, some merely by a
shrug of the shoulders or a shake of the head.
Towards the end of this proceeding, Captain Long walked up to one of
the prisoners and spoke to him; when the young officer, who had
remained standing by the magistrates, exclaimed, "Come, come, Master
Longly, none of that. We know you well of old, and I am very sure
that, if right were done, you would be standing among them yourself."
Longly eyed him from head to foot, while, by a slouching motion of his
head, he caused his pigtail to project at full length, straight out
over the collar of his jacket, and ejecting a considerable portion of
tobacco-juice upon the Turkey carpet, he replied, "So you call
yourself a sailor, do ye, you lubber?"
Everard Morrison instantly interfered. "You forget, sir," he said,
turning to the officer, "that in this room you have no authority, and
that it does not become you to bring a charge which you cannot
sustain. Sir Francis Tyrrell is the person to interfere, if Mr. Longly
does anything that is amiss, and Mr. Longly has, I know, too much
respect for him not to bow at once to his decision."
Charles Tyrrell felt proud of his friend, and perhaps Morrison was
himself in some degree affected by the knowledge that he was acting in
the presence of Charles Tyrrell.
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