The very next morning at nine o'clock Mr. Whittingham entered the _Servants' Arms_ Tavern; and with but little of his usual circumlocution and verbosity, enquired the address of Mr. Mac Chizzle, the lawyer, who had been one of the party at that house the evening but one before. "Here is his card," said the landlord. "He uses my house reglar, and is a out-and-out practitioner." Whittingham did not wait to hear any further eulogium upon the attorney. It had struck him that his young master might require a "professional adviser:" and having the supreme felicity of being totally unacquainted with the entire fraternity, he had felt himself somewhat puzzled how to supply the _desideratum_. In this dilemma, he had suddenly bethought himself of Mac Chizzle; and, without waiting to ponder upon the propriety of the step he was taking, he rushed off in the manner described to procure that individual's address. "Well, what do you want?" cried the lawyer, who was astonished at the unceremonious manner in which Whittingham suddenly rushed into his office: "what do you want?" "Law," was the laconic answer. "Well, you can have plenty of that here," said Mr. Mac Chizzle. "But--I think you are the gentleman with whom I had the pleasure of passing a pleasant evening at the _Servants' Arms_, a day or two ago." "The indentical same," returned Whittingham, flinging his hat upon the floor and himself into a chair. "Take time to breathe, sir," said the lawyer. "If you're come for advice you couldn't have selected a better shop; but I must tell you before-hand that mine is quite a ready money business." "Very good, sir. I'll tell you my story first and foremost; and you can then explain the most legible means of preceeding. I want law and justice." "_Law_ you can have in welcome; but whether you will obtain _justice_ is another consideration." "I'm bewildered in a labyrinth of mazes, sir," said the butler. "I always opiniated that law and justice was the same thing." "Quite the reverse, I can assure you. Law is a human invention: justice is a divine inspiration. What is law to-day, is not law to-morrow; and yet everything is still denominated _justice_. A creditor asks for justice when he appeals to a tribunal against his debtor; and how is that justice awarded? Why--if a man can't pay five pounds, the law immediately makes his debt ten pounds; and if he can't live out of doors, the law immediately shuts him up in prison by way of helping him out of his difficulties. That is law, sir; but it is not justice." "Right, sir--very right."