“With Mr. Tippetson, my lord.” This answer solved all difficulties; and his lordship immediately understood the cause of the embarrassment manifested by his domestics. At the information he was more enraged than surprised, and he flew into a violent passion; from which the rest of the servants present were glad to escape, leaving the valet with his lordship to answer any farther questions which the Earl might be curious enough to ask. From this man sufficient particulars were gathered to make the whole story clear, and to fit the matter for the natural result of an appearance before the public in the form of an action at law; in which action Mr. Markham held a brief for the plaintiff, and a gentleman, whose name we could not learn, held a brief for the defendant. As trials of this nature are in the newspapers given at full length, and as they are usually read with great attention by all whom they concern, and by many whom they do not concern, we should only be guilty of a needless repetition were we to lay this trial before our readers. We have noticed and alluded to the trial simply for the sake of two remarkable points in it: one of them is an instance of great simplicity on the part of Markham; and the other is a specimen of great acuteness and penetration on the part of the defendant’s counsel. We have here mentioned but two counsellors; there were however six engaged: not that they were absolutely wanted any more than six horses are wanted for a hearse; but it is the fashion. The simplicity of Markham was manifested in the circumstance, that notwithstanding the fine opportunity afforded him for pouring out a torrent of metaphors and indignation, whereby he might have gained a six-month’s immortality among the unfledged spoutlings of debating-societies and wisdom-clubs, he merely endeavoured to put the jury into full and clear possession of the facts of the case, and to meet the plausibilities which might be started by the counsel on the other side. He did not say a word about honey and turtles on the one hand, or scowling fiends and demons on the other. He did not talk about paradise, for he did not suppose that there was any such place in Piccadilly. He did not talk as if he thought that heaven and earth must come together, because Mr. Tippetson had run away with the Countess of Trimmerstone. He did not seem to think it at all a miracle that their post-chaise arrived safely at Dover, and the steam-boat took them safely to Calais. He did not run over all the elopements from Helen downwards, and demonstrate that Mr. Tippetson was worse than Paris, or that the Countess of Trimmerstone was more beautiful than Helen. He did not tell the jury that all morality and domestic virtue would be banished from the earth, or even from the west end of the town, if they should sentence Mr. Tippetson to pay Lord Trimmerstone a farthing less than twenty thousand pounds. He did not quote poetry or spout froth. So much for Markham’s simplicity.