"Lawyers are fond of law, but it must be at somebody else's expense," he argued. "Wimpenny won't be such a fool as to share my cake with others, when sooner or later he can have it all himself." But Nehemiah found the wooing of Dorothy up-hill work. The Holmfirth "Don Juan" was accustomed to the easy conquests of the bar-room and the side-wings of the Huddersfield Theatre. He found it difficult to teach his tongue the language to which it was a stranger, and after a painful hour or so spent in the parlour of Wilberlee in the attempt to interest or amuse the young heiress, his whole being cried out for the unrestrained freedom of Polly's conversation, and for the ready appreciation Polly had always vouchsafed to his jests and innuendos which even Nehemiah knew would ensure his prompt expulsion from Wilberlee, probably at the point of the owner's toe. But as yet, at all events, he felt himself securely in Mr. Tinker's goodwill. He had even gone so far as to drop a not obscure hint as to the aspirations he cherished in what he was pleased to call his heart. "Win this accursed law-suit for me," Jabez had said, "and we will talk about matters less important. Meanwhile, you had better make as sure of my niece's consent as you may of mine. Not that Dorothy would stay for that. I wish you joy of her, that's all. Women are kittle-cattle to shoe. I don't think you'll find my niece an exception to her sex." But Nehemiah, despite the guardian's favour, confessed to himself that if he progressed at all in Dorothy's good graces, his progress was crab-wise--backwards. What _could_ he talk about? He feigned an interest in the sermons of the Rev. David Jones. But Dorothy yawned at the very mention of the minister's name. Then he affected an interest in her Sunday School class, but Dorothy said Sunday School classes were generally a combination of scholars who didn't want to learn and teachers who didn't know how to teach, and as she felt herself to be one of the latter class, she was determined to give her class up. Then the desperate lover essayed his powers at the retailing of local gossip, telling with unction how young D-- was supposed to be casting sheep's eyes at Nancy N--; how the plain daughter of the vicar's warden was shamelessly setting her cap at the new curate, and how the hue of Mrs. J--'s nose-end was erroneously attributed to poverty of blood. In one topic only could he prevail on Dorothy to take an interest at all, and that was a topic on which Nehemiah was eloquent enough at first, but of which in time he became uncommonly shy,--the vexed question of water rights, with especial reference to the great case of "Pinder at the suit of Tinker."