events appeared to have come to pass in one particular place--and that
rather an odd one, viz. in "_the parish of Saint Mary Le Bow, in the
ward of Cheap, in the city of London_."[16] If you had been better
acquainted with Mr. Weasel's associations and mode of doing business,
you would have discovered that, in _his_ imagination, almost all the
occurrences of life took place at this same spot! But to return--thus
was that astute little pleader engaged when they entered. He was a
bachelor, upwards of forty; was of spare make, of low stature, had a
thin, sharp, sallow face, and short stiff black hair; there was an
appearance about the eyes as if they were half-blinded with being
incessantly directed to white paper; he had a furrowed forehead, a small
pursed-up mouth--one hardly knew why, but really there was something
about his look that instantly suggested to you the image of the creature
whose name he bore. He was a ravenous lawyer, darting at the point and
pith of every case he was concerned in, and sticking to it--just as
would his bloodthirsty namesake at the neck of a rabbit. In _law_ he
lived, moved, and had his being. In his dreams he was everlastingly
spinning out pleadings which he never could understand, and hunting for
cases which he could not discover. In the daytime, however, he was more
successful. In fact, everything he saw, heard, or read of--wherever he
was, whatever he was doing, suggested to him questions of law, that
might arise out of it. At his sister's wedding (whither he had not gone
without reluctance) he got into a wrangle with the bridegroom, on a
question started by himself, (Weasel,) whether an _infant_ was liable
for goods supplied to his wife, before marriage. At his grandmother's
funeral he got into an intricate discussion with a puzzled proctor about
_bona notabilia_, with reference to a pair of horn spectacles, which the
venerable deceased had left behind her in Scotland, and a poodle in the
Isle of Man; and at church, the reading of the parable of the _Unjust
Steward_, set his devout, ingenious, and fertile mind at work for the
remainder of the service, as to the modes of stating the case,
now-a-days, against the offender, and whether it would be more advisable
to proceed civilly or criminally; and if the former, at law or in
equity. He was a hard-headed man; very clear and acute, and accurate in
his legal knowledge; every other sort he despised, if, indeed, he had
more than the faintest notion, from hearsay, of its existence. He was a
Cambridge man; and there had read nothing but mathematics, in which he
had made a decent figure. As soon as he had taken his degree, he
migrated to the Temple, where he had ever since continued engaged in the
study, and then the successful practice, of the law, as a special
pleader under the bar. He had a very large business, which he got
through ably and rapidly. He scarcely ever went into society; early want
of opportunity for doing so, had at length abated his desire for it--to
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