There was also another, though an unintentional and unconscious rival of Philip Martindale, in the person of Horatio Markham. But we will do Philip the justice to say, that he entertained no mean jealousy of this gentleman; inasmuch as he did not apprehend the probability of Markham’s occupying a very important station in the old gentleman’s last will and testament. Markham, indeed, did not seem to be acting the part of a legacy-hunter; and Philip felt very well satisfied with the thought, that many rich old men had in their life-time had many friends for whom they appeared to have a greater regard than for their own family, but to whom they have seldom made bequests of a nature so serious as deeply to injure their own relatives. There was, however, a danger in Markham’s intimacy with the old gentleman under present circumstances, of which danger Mr. Philip was not sufficiently aware. Our allusion is to the growing acquaintance between the young barrister and Clara Rivolta. The young lady had a grateful recollection of the considerate and respectful manner in which Markham had conducted himself at the trial, contrasted especially as that manner was with the boisterous and vulgar rudeness of the defendant’s counsel. So completely indeed was the young lady disgusted with the rudeness and coarseness manifested by the latter, that though she was tolerably well acquainted with English customs, so far as books could inform her, she could with difficulty be brought to believe that barristers were uniformly gentlemen of education; she could not help thinking that they must be of no higher rank or more polished manners than bailiffs and constables. What ludicrous mistakes foreigners do sometimes fall into; and if the English were not a very polite nation, they would laugh at these blunders.