Squire Arden; volume 3 of 3Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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Squire Arden; volume 3 of 3
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
England -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Landowners -- Fiction
It is unnecessary to say that to one at least of the two people whose
behaviour she thus discussed in her heart Clare was unjust. Edgar had
neither forgotten her nor was he glad to be rid of her. It was late
before he knew that she was gone. All the afternoon of that day he had
spent with the lawyer, going over again all the matters which only two
months ago had been put into the hands of the heir. Mr. Fazakerly had
ceased to remonstrate. Now and then he would shake his head or shrug his
shoulders, in silent protest against the mad proceeding altogether, but
he had stopped saying anything. It was of no use making any further
resistance. His client had committed himself at every step; he
had thrown open his secret ostentatiously to all who were
concerned--ostentatiously, Mr. Fazakerly said with professional
vehemence, feeling aggrieved in every possible way. Had he been called
upon to advise in the very beginning, it is most likely that the task
would have tried him sorely; for his professional instinct to defend
and conceal would have had all the force of a conscience to contend
with. But now that he had not been consulted, he was free to protest.
When he found it no longer of any use to make objections in words, he
shook his head--he shrugged his shoulders--he made satirical
observations whenever he could find an opportunity. “Were there many
like you, Mr. Edgar,” he said, “we lawyers might shut up shop
altogether. It is like going back to the primitive ages of Christianity.
Let not brother go to law against brother is, I know, the Scriptural
rule; though it is generally the person who is attacked who says
that--the one who has something to lose. But you have gone beyond
Scripture; you have not even asked for arbitration or compensation; you
have thrown away everything at once. We might shut up shop altogether if
everybody was like you.”
“If I were disagreeable,” said Edgar, laughing, “I should say, and no
great harm either, according to the judgment of the world.”
“The world is a fool, Mr. Edgar,” said Mr. Fazakerly.
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