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summons, as her next question was, " I suppose I must 

 attend at the Court ? " 



It appeared that she had some idea of being represented 

 by her maid. This, I informed her, was impossible. 



" Perhaps, then, I'd better have a Barrister." I foresaw 

 that she had in view, as usual, the interest for her hundred 

 pounds paid to my legal tutor, the Conveyancer, and was 

 firmly determined to resist any such proposal as that of ;;// 

 going into Court on her account. 



" Barristers, my dear Aunt, are not required in such a case 

 as this." 



" But," she argues, evidently considering my information 

 as merely given evasively, and for a selfish consideration, 

 "but some nice points of law might arise, you know ; and 

 then if I wasn't prepared, you know, the Cabman might win, 

 merely on a quibble. Such things do happen,'^ she added 

 seriously, seeing me smile. " I'm sure you read of them 

 every day in the papers, and goodness knows I don't want to 

 argue the case myself, and perhaps be carried up to higher 

 Courts, and go over it all again before a Lord Chancellor, 

 merely for the sake of thirty shillings, for that's what he 

 claims." 



I assured her that her fears v/ere perfectly groundless. 



" Indeed ! " she returned, triumphantly. " Then why do 

 we read of Mr. Somebody, the Magistrate, reserving a point, 

 and sending it up to a higher Court ? " 



I began an explanation of " why the Magistrate "—but, 

 failing to make it intelligible, in consequence, I admit, of not 

 myself distinctly knowing why he did anything of the sort, 



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