'There is at least some method in my Illusion,' he went on. 'You
mentioned it. The solicitor is always occupied with the conduct of other
people's affairs. That must be admitted. He is always engaged in
considering how best to guide his fellow-man through the labyrinthine
world. He receives his fellow-man at his entrance into the world, as a
ward: he receives him grown up, as a client: he advises him all his life
at every step and in every emergency. If the client goes into
partnership, or marries, or buys a house, or builds one, or gets into
trouble, the solicitor assists and advises him. When the client grows
old, the solicitor makes his will. When the client dies, the solicitor
becomes his executor and his trustee, and administers his estate for
him. It is thus a life, as I said, entirely spent for other people. I
know not of any other, unless it be of medicine, that so much can be
said. And think what terrors, what anxieties, what disappointments, the
solicitor witnesses and alleviates! Think of the family scandals he
hushes up and keeps secret! Good heavens! if a solicitor in large
practice were to tell what he knows, think of the terrible disclosures!
He knows every thing. He knows more than a Roman Catholic priest,
because his penitents not only reveal their own sins but also those of
their wives and sons and friends and partners. And anxiety, I may tell
you, makes a man better at confessing than penitence. Sometimes we bring
actions at law and issue writs and so forth. Well now: this part of our
business, which is disagreeable to us, is actually the most beneficent
of any. Because, by means of the cases brought before the High Court of
Justice, we remind the world that it must be law abiding as well as law
worthy. The Law, in order to win respect, must first win fear. Force
comes before order. The memory of force must be kept up. The presence
of force must be felt. For instance, I have a libel case just begun. It
is rather a bad libel. My libeller will suffer: he will bleed: but he
will bleed for the public good, because thousands who are only anxious
to libel and slander, to calumniate and defame their neighbours, will be
deterred. Oh! it will be a most beneficent case--far reaching--striking
terror into the hearts of ill-doers.--Well--this, my friends, is my
Illusion. It is, I suppose, one of the many Illusions with which we
cheat old age and rob it of its terrors. To everybody else I am a
hard-fisted lawyer, exacting his pound of flesh from the unfortunate
debtor, and making myself rich at the expense of the creditor.'
'Nonsense about how a man gets rich,' said the man of business. 'He can
only get rich if he is capable. Quite right. Let the weak go under. Let
the careless and the lazy starve.'
'At the same time,' said Elsie softly, 'it is not all illusion. There
are others besides the careless and the lazy----'
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