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"Not a doubt of it, Dinah. All these displays are briefed to them.
They cannot help investing in their client's cause the fervor of their natures, simply because they are human; but they know how to leave all the acrimony of the contest in the wig-box, when they undress and come back to their homes,--the most genial, hearty, and frank fellows in all the world. If human nature were all bad, sister, he who saw it closest would be, I own, most like to catch its corruption, but it is not so, far from it. Every day and every hour reveals something to make a man right proud of his fellow-men."
Miss Barrington curtly recalled her brother from these speculations to the practical details of their journey, reminding him of much that he had to consult Withering upon, and many questions of importance to put to him. Thoroughly impressed with the perils of a journey abroad, she conjured up a vast array of imaginary difficulties, and demanded special instructions how each of them was to be met. Had poor Peter been--what he certainly was not--a most accomplished casuist, he might have been puzzled by the ingenious complexity of some of those embarra.s.sments.
As it was, like a man in the labyrinth, too much bewildered to attempt escape, he sat down in a dogged insensibility, and actually heard nothing.
"Are you minding me, Peter?" asked she, fretfully, at last; "are you paying attention to what I am saying?"
"Of course I am, Dinah dear; I'm listening with all ears."
"What was it, then, that I last remarked? What was the subject to which I asked your attention?"
Thus suddenly called on, poor Peter started and rubbed his forehead.
Vague shadows of pa.s.sport people, and custom-house folk, and waiters, and money-changers, and brigands; insolent postilions, importunate beggars, cheating innkeepers, and insinuating swindlers were pa.s.sing through his head, with innumerable incidents of the road; and, trying to catch a clew at random, he said, "It was to ask the Envoy, her Majesty's Minister at Brussels, about a washerwoman who would not tear off my s.h.i.+rt b.u.t.tons--eh, Dinah? wasn't that it?"
"You are insupportable, Peter Barrington," said she, rising in anger. "I believe that insensibility like this is not to be paralleled!" and she left the room in wrath.
Peter looked at his watch, and was glad to see it was past eight o'clock, and about the hour he meant for his visit to Withering. He set out accordingly, not, indeed, quite satisfied with the way he had lately acquitted himself, but consoled by thinking that Dinah rarely went back of a morning on the dereliction of the evening before, so that they should meet good friends as ever at the breakfast-table. Withering was at home, but a most discreet-looking butler intimated that he had dined that day _tete-a-tete_ with a gentleman, and had left orders not to be disturbed on any pretext "Could you not at least, send in my name?"
said Barrington; "I am a very old friend of your master's, whom he would regret not having seen." A little persuasion aided by an argument that butlers usually succ.u.mb to succeeded, and before Peter believed that his card could have reached its destination, his friend was warmly shaking him by both hands, as he hurried him into the dinner-room.
"You don't know what an opportune visit you have made me, Barrington,"
said he; "but first, to present you to my friend, Captain Stapylton--or Major--which is it?"
"Captain. This day week, the 'Gazette,' perhaps, may call me Major."
"Always a pleasure to me to meet a soldier, sir," said Barrington; "and I own to the weakness of saying, all the greater when a Dragoon. My own boy was a cavalryman."
"It was exactly of him we were talking," said Withering; "my friend here has had a long experience of India, and has frankly told me much I was totally ignorant of. From one thing to another we rambled on till we came to discuss our great suit with the Company, and Captain Stapylton a.s.sures me that we have never taken the right road in the case."
"Nay, I could hardly have had such presumption; I merely remarked, that without knowing India and its habits, you could scarcely be prepared to encounter the sort of testimony that would be opposed to you, or to benefit by what might tend greatly in your favor."
"Just so--continue," said Withering, who looked as though he had got an admirable witness on the table.
"I'm astonished to hear from the Attorney-General," resumed Stapylton, "that in a case of such magnitude as this you have never thought of sending out an efficient agent to India to collect evidence, sift testimony, and make personal inquiry as to the degree of credit to be accorded to many of the witnesses. This inquisitorial process is the very first step in every Oriental suit; you start at once, in fact, by sapping all the enemy's works,--countermining him everywhere."
"Listen, Barrington,--listen to this; it is all new to us."
"Everything being done by doc.u.mentary evidence, there is a wide field for all the subtlety of the linguist; and Hindostanee has complexities enough to gratify the most inordinate appet.i.te for quibble. A learned scholar--a Moonshee of erudition--is, therefore, the very first requisite, great care being taken to ascertain that he is not in the pay of the enemy."
"What rascals!" muttered Barrington.
"Very deep--very astute dogs, certainly, but perhaps not much more unprincipled than some fellows nearer home," continued the Captain, sipping his wine; "the great peculiarity of this cla.s.s is, that while employing them in the most palpably knavish manner, and obtaining from them services bought at every sacrifice of honor, they expect all the deference due to the most umblemished integrity."
"I'd see them--I won't say where--first," broke out Barrington; "and I 'd see my lawsuit after them, if only to be won by their intervention."
"Remember, sir," said Stapylton, calmly, "that such are the weapons employed against you. That great Company does not, nor can it afford to, despise such auxiliaries. The East has its customs, and the natures of men are not light things to be smoothed down by conventionalities. Were you, for instance, to measure a testimony at Calcutta by the standard of Westminster Hall, you would probably do a great and grievous injustice."
"Just so," said Withering; "you are quite right there, and I have frequently found myself posed by evidence that I felt must be a.s.sailable. Go on, and tell my friend what you were mentioning to me before he came in."
"I am reluctant, sir," said Stapylton, modestly, "to obtrude upon you, in a matter of such grand importance as this, the mere gossip of a mess-table, but, as allusion has been made to it, I can scarcely refrain. It was when serving in another Presidency an officer of ours, who had been long in Bengal, one night entered upon the question of Colonel Barrington's claims. He quoted the words of an uncle--I think he said his uncle--who was a member of the Supreme Council, and said, 'Barrington ought to have known we never could have conceded this right of sovereignty, but he ought also to have known that we would rather have given ten lacs of rupees than have it litigated.'"
"Have you that gentleman's name?" asked Barrington, eagerly.
"I have; but the poor fellow is no more,--he was of that fatal expedition to Beloochistan eight years ago."
"You know our case, then, and what we claim?" asked Barrington.
"Just as every man who has served in India knows it,--popularly, vaguely. I know that Colonel Barrington was, as the adopted son of a Rajah, invested with supreme power, and only needed the ratification of Great Britain to establish a sovereignty; and I have heard"--he laid stress on the word "heard"--"that if it had not been for some allegation of plotting against the Company's government, he really might ultimately have obtained that sanction."
"Just what I have said over and over again?" burst in Barrington. "It was the worst of treachery that mined my poor boy."
"I have heard that also," said Stapylton, and with a degree of feeling and sympathy that made the old man's heart yearn towards him.
"How I wish you had known him!" said he, as he drew his hand over his eyes. "And do you know, sir," said he, warming, "that if I still follow up this suit, devoting to it the little that is left to me of life or fortune, that I do so less for any hope of gain than to place my poor boy before the world with his honor and fame unstained."
"My old friend does himself no more than justice there!" cried Withering.
"A n.o.ble object,--may you have all success in it!" said Stapylton. He paused, and then, in a tone of deeper feeling, added: "It will, perhaps, seem a great liberty, the favor I'm about to ask; but remember that, as a brother soldier with your son I have some slight claim to approach you. Will you allow me to offer you such knowledge as I possess of India, to aid your suit? Will you a.s.sociate me, in fact, with your cause? No higher one could there be than the vindication of a brave man's honor."
"I thank you with all my heart and soul!" cried the old man, grasping his hand. "In my own name, and in that of my poor dear granddaughter, I thank you."
"Oh, then, Colonel Barrington has left a daughter? I was not aware of that," said Stapylton, with a certain coldness.
"And a daughter who knows no more of this suit than of our present discussion of it," said Withering.
In the frankness of a nature never happier than when indulging its own candor, Barrington told how it was to see and fetch back with him the same granddaughter he had left a spot he had not quitted for years. "She 's coming back to a very humble home, it is true; but if you, sir," said he, addressing Stapylton, "will not despise such lowly fare as a cottage can afford you, and would condescend to come and see us, you shall have the welcome that is due to one who wishes well to my boy's memory."
"And if you do," broke in Withering, "you'll see the prettiest cottage and the first hostess in Europe; and here 's to her health,--Miss Dinah Barrington!"
"I 'm not going to refuse that toast, though I have just pa.s.sed the decanter," said Peter. "Here 's to the best of sisters!"
"Miss Barrington!" said Stapylton, with a courteous bow; and he drained his gla.s.s to the bottom.
"And that reminds me I promised to be back to tea with her," said Barrington; and renewing with all warmth his invitation to Stapylton, and cordially taking leave of his old friend, he left the house and hastened to his hotel.
"What a delightful evening I have pa.s.sed, Dinah!" said he, cheerfully, as he entered.
"Which means that the Attorney-General gave you a grand review and sham fight of all the legal achievements of the term; but bear in mind, brother, there is no professional slang so odious to me as the lawyer's, and I positively hate a joke which cost six-and-eightpence, or even three-and-fourpence." <>
"Nothing of this kind was there at all, Dinah! Withering had a friend with him, a very distinguished soldier, who had seen much Indian service, and entered with a most cordial warmth into poor George's case.
He knew it,--as all India knows it, by report,--and frankly told us where our chief difficulties lay, and the important things we were neglecting."
"How generous! of a perfect stranger too!" said she, with a scarcely detectable tone of scorn.
"Not--so to say--an utter stranger, for George was known to him by reputation and character."
"And who is, I suppose I am to say, your friend, Peter?"
"Captain or Major Stapylton, of the Regent's Hussars?"