“And of course, unsuccessfully?” “Up to this moment it is as you say, but I am endeavoring to persuade my uncle not to disturb him; nor would he, if Magennis would only be commonly prudent. You must know that this person is the leading Radical of our town of Oughterard, the man who sets himself most strenuously in opposition to our influence in the borough, and would uproot our power there, were he able.” “So far, then, he is a courageous fellow.” “Sometimes I take that view of his conduct, and at others I am disposed to regard him as one not unwilling to make terms with us.” “How subtle all these dealings can make a young lady!” said Repton, slyly. “Say, rather, what a strain upon one's acuteness it is to ride out with a great lawyer, one so trained to see spots in the sun that he won't acknowledge its brightness if there be a speck to search for.” “And yet it's a great mistake to suppose that we are always looking on the dark side of human nature,” said he, reflectively; “though,” added he, after a pause, “it's very often our business to exaggerate baseness, and make the worst of a bad man.” “Even that may be more pardonable than to vilify a good one,” said Mary. “So it is, young lady; you are quite right there.” He was thoughtful for a while, and then said: “It is very singular, but nevertheless true, that, in my profession, one loses sight of the individual, as such, and only regards him as a mere element of the case, plaintiff or defendant as he may be. I remember once, in a southern circuit, a hale, fine-looking young fellow entering my room to present me with a hare. He had walked twelve miles to offer it to me. 'Your honor doesn't remember me,' said he, sorrowfully, and evidently grieved at my forgetfulness. 'To be sure I do,' replied I, trying to recall his features; 'you are--let me see--you are--I have it--you are Jemmy Ryan.' “'No, sir,' rejoined he, quickly, 'I'm the boy that murdered him.' “Ay, Miss Martin, there's a leaf out of a lawyer's notebook, and yet I could tell you more good traits of men and women, more of patient martyrdom under wrong, more courageous suffering to do right, than if I were--what shall I say?--a chaplain in a nobleman's family.” Repton's memory was well stored with instances in question, and he beguiled the way by relating several, till they reached Cro' Martin. “And there is another yet,” added he, at the close, “more strongly illustrating what I have said than all these, but I cannot tell it to _you_.” “Why so?” asked she, eagerly. “It is a family secret, Miss Martin, and one that in all likelihood you shall never know. Still, I cannot refrain from saying that you have in your own family as noble a specimen of self-sacrifice and denial as I ever heard of.” They were already at the door as he said this, and a troop of servants had assembled to receive them. Mary, therefore, had no time for further inquiry, had such an attempt been of any avail.