Externally speaking, the rising solicitor, who was going to try his luck at the Bar, looked like a man who was going to succeed. His hard, hairless face, his watchful gray eyes, his thin, resolute lips, said plainly, in so many words, “I mean to get on in the world; and, if you are in my way, I mean to get on at your expense.” Mr. Delamayn was habitually polite to every body--but he had never been known to say one unnecessary word to his dearest friend. A man of rare ability; a man of unblemished honor (as the code of the world goes); but not a man to be taken familiarly by the hand. You would never have borrowed money of him--but you would have trusted him with untold gold. Involved in private and personal troubles, you would have hesitated at asking him to help you. Involved in public and producible troubles, you would have said, Here is my man. Sure to push his way--nobody could look at him and doubt it--sure to push his way. “Kendrew is an old friend of mine,” said Mr. Vanborough, addressing himself to the lawyer. “Whatever you have to say to _me_ you may say before _him._ Will you have some wine?” “No--thank you.” “Have you brought any news?” “Yes.” “Have you got the written opinions of the two barristers?” “No.” “Why not?” “‘Because nothing of the sort is necessary. If the facts of the case are correctly stated there is not the slightest doubt about the law.” With that reply Mr. Delamayn took a written paper from his pocket, and spread it out on the table before him. “What is that?” asked Mr. Vanborough. “The case relating to your marriage.” Mr. Kendrew started, and showed the first tokens of interest in the proceedings which had escaped him yet. Mr. Delamayn looked at him for a moment, and went on. “The case,” he resumed, “as originally stated by you, and taken down in writing by our head-clerk.” Mr. Vanborough’s temper began to show itself again. “What have we got to do with that now?” he asked. “You have made your inquiries to prove the correctness of my statement--haven’t you?” “Yes.” “And you have found out that I am right?” “I have found out that you are right--if the case is right. I wish to be sure that no mistake has occurred between you and the clerk. This is a very important matter. I am going to take the responsibility of giving an opinion which may be followed by serious consequences; and I mean to assure myself that the opinion is given on a sound basis, first. I have some questions to ask you. Don’t be impatient, if you please. They won’t take long.” He referred to the manuscript, and put the first question. “You were married at Inchmallock, in Ireland, Mr. Vanborough, thirteen years since?” “Yes.” “Your wife--then Miss Anne Silvester--was a Roman Catholic?” “Yes.” “Her father and mother were Roman Catholics?” “They were.” “_Your_ father and mother were Protestants? and _you_ were baptized and brought up in the Church of England?” “All right!”