CHAPTER XV. WITH HIS LAWYER.

Though Colonel Bramleigh's visit to town was supposed to be in

furtherance of that speculation by which Lord Culduff calculated on

wealth and splendor, he had really another object, and while Culduff

imagined him to be busy in the City, and deep in shares and stock lists,

he was closely closeted with his lawyer, and earnestly poring over a

mass of time-worn letters and documents, carefully noting down dates,

docketing, and annotating, in a way that showed what importance he

attached to the task before him.

“I tell you what, Sedley,” said he, as he threw his pen disdainfully

from him, and lay back in his chair, “the whole of this move is a party

dodge. It is part and parcel of that vile persecution with which the

Tory faction pursued me during my late canvass. You remember their

vulgar allusions to my father, the brewer, and their coarse jest about

my frothy oratory? This attack is but the second act of the same drama.”

“I don't think so,” mildly rejoined the other party. “Conflicts are

sharp enough while the struggle lasts; but they rarely carry their

bitterness beyond the day of battle.”

“That is an agent's view of the matter,” said Bramleigh, with asperity.

“The agent always persists in believing the whole thing a sham fight;

but though men do talk a great deal of rot and humbug about their

principles on the hustings, their personal feelings are just as real,

just as acute, and occasionally just as painful, as on any occasion in

their lives; and I repeat to you, the trumped-up claim of this foreigner

is neither more nor less than a piece of party malignity.”

“I cannot agree with you. The correspondence we have just been looking

at shows how upwards of forty years ago the same pretensions were put

forward, and a man calling himself Montagu Lami Bramleigh declared he

was the rightful heir to your estates.”

“A rightful heir whose claims could be always compromised by a

ten-pound note was scarcely very dangerous.”

“Why make any compromise at all if the fellow was clearly an impostor?”

“For the very reason that you yourself now counsel a similar course:

to avoid the scandal of a public trial. To escape all those insolent

comments which a party press is certain to pass on a political

opponent.”

“That could scarcely have been apprehended from the Bramleigh I speak

of, who was clearly poor, illiterate, and friendless; whereas the

present man has, from some source or other, funds to engage eminent

counsel and retain one of the first men at the bar.”

“I protest, Sedley, you puzzle me,” said Bramleigh, with an angry

sparkle in his eye. “A few moments back you treated all this pretension

as a mere pretext for extorting money, and now you talk of this fellow

and his claim as subjects that may one day be matter for the decision of

a jury. Can you reconcile two views so diametrically opposite?”

“I think I can. It is at law as in war. The feint may be carried on

to a real attack whenever the position assailed be possessed of an

over-confidence or but ill defended. It might be easy enough, perhaps,

to deal with this man. Let him have some small success, however; let him

gain a verdict, for instance, in one of those petty suits for ejectment,

and his case at once becomes formidable.”

“All this,” said Bramleigh, “proceeds on the assumption that there is

something in the fellow's claim?”

“Unquestionably.”

“I declare,” said Bramleigh, rising and pacing the room, “I have not

temper for this discussion. My mind has not been disciplined to that

degree of refinement that I can accept a downright swindle as a demand

founded on justice.”

“Let us prove it a swindle, and there is an end of it.”

“And will you tell me, sir,” said he, passionately, “that every

gentleman holds his estates on the condition that the title may be

contested by any impostor who can dupe people into advancing money to

set the law in motion?”

“When such proceedings are fraudulent a very heavy punishment awaits

them.”

“And what punishment of the knave equals the penalty inflicted on the

honest man in exposure, shame, insolent remarks, and worse than even

these, a contemptuous pity for that reverse of fortune which newspaper

writers always announce as an inevitable consummation?”

“These are all hard things to bear, but I don't suspect they ever

deterred any man from holding an estate.”

The half jocular tone of his remark rather jarred on Bramleigh's

sensibilities, and he continued to walk the room in silence; at last,

stopping short, he wheeled round and said,--

“Do you adhere to your former opinion? would you try a compromise?”

“I would. The man has a case quite good enough to interest a speculative

lawyer--good enough to go before a jury--good enough for everything but

success. One half what the defence would cost you will probably satisfy

his expectations, not to speak of all you will spare yourself in

unpleasantness and exposure.”

“It is a hard thing to stoop to,” said Bramleigh, painfully.

“It need not be, at least not to the extent you imagine; and when you

throw your eye over your lawyer's bill of costs, the phrase 'incidental

expenses' will spare your feelings any more distinct reference to this

transaction.”

“A most considerate attention. And now for the practical part. Who is

this man's lawyer?”

“A most respectable practitioner, Kelson, of Temple Court. A personal

friend of my own.”

“And what terms would you propose?”

“I 'd offer five thousand, and be prepared to go to eight, possibly to

ten.”

“To silence a mere menace?”

“Exactly. It's a mere menace to-day, but six months hence it may be

something more formidable. It is a curious case, cleverly contrived and

ingeniously put together. Don't say that we could n't smash it; such

carpentry always has a chink or an open somewhere. Meanwhile the scandal

is spreading over not only England, but over the world, and no matter

how favorable the ultimate issue, there will always remain in men's

minds the recollection that the right to your estate was contested, and

that you had to defend your possession.”

“I had always thought till now,” said Bramleigh, slowly, “that the

legal mind attached very little importance to the flying scandals that

amuse society. You appear to accord them weight and influence.”

“I am not less a man of the world because I am a lawyer, Colonel

Bramleigh,” said the other, half tartly.

“If this must be done the sooner it be over the better. A man of high

station--a peer--is at this moment paying such attention to one of my

daughters that I may expect at any moment, to-day perhaps, to receive

a formal proposal for her hand. I do not suspect that the threat of an

unknown claimant to my property would disturb his Lordship's faith in my

security or my station, but the sensitive dislike of men of his class

to all publicity that does not redound to honor or distinction--the

repugnance to whatever draws attention to them for aught but court favor

or advancement--might well be supposed to have its influence with him,

and I think it would be better to spare him--to spare us, too--this

exposure.”

“I 'll attend to it immediately. Kelson hinted to me that the claimant

was now in England.”

“I was not aware of that.”

“Yes, he is over here now, and I gather, too, has contrived to interest

some people in his pretensions.”

“Does he affect the station of a gentleman?”

“Thoroughly; he is, I am told, well-mannered, prepossessing in

appearance, and presentable in every respect.”

“Let us ask him over to Castello, Sedley,” said Bramleigh, laughing.

“I 've known of worse strategy,” said the lawyer, dryly.

“What! are you actually serious?”

“I say that such a move might not be the worst step to an amicable

settlement. In admitting the assailant to see all the worth and value of

the fortress, it would also show him the resources for defence, and he

might readily compute what poor chances were his against such odds.”

“Still, I doubt if I could bring myself to consent to it. There is

a positive indignity in making any concession to such a palpable

imposture.”

“Not palpable till proven. The most unlikely cases have now and then

pushed some of our ablest men to upset. Attack can always choose its

own time, its own ground, and is master of almost every condition of the

combat.”

“I declare, Sedley, if this man had retained your services to make

a good bargain for him, he could scarcely have selected a more able

agent.”

“You could not more highly compliment the zeal I am exercising in your

service.”

“Well, I take it I must leave the whole thing in your hands. I shall

not prolong my stay in town. I wanted to do something in the city, but

I find these late crashes in the banks have spread such terror and

apprehension, that nobody will advance a guinea on anything. There is an

admirable opening just now--coal.”

“In Egypt?”

“No, in Ireland.”

“Ah, in Ireland? That's very different. You surely cannot expect

capital will take _that_ channel?”

“You are an admirable lawyer, Sedley. I am told London has not your

equal as a special pleader, but let me tell you you are not either a

projector or a politician. I am both, and I declare to you that this

country which you deride and distrust is the California of Great

Britain. Write to me at your earliest; finish this business if you

can, out of hand, and if you make good terms for me I 'll send you

some shares in an enterprise--an Irish enterprise--which will pay you a

better dividend than some of your East county railroads.”

“Have you changed the name of your place? Your son, Mr. John Bramleigh,

writes 'Bishop's Folly' at the top of his letter.”

“It is called Castello, sir. I am not responsible for the silly

caprices of a sailor.”

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