t us be calm, my dear sir, let us
be calm. We win by being calm."

"Ah, we winned the lawsuit; didn't us, sir?"

"Ah, that thee did, Tom!" exclaimed Mrs. Bumpkin, delighted at this
momentary gleam of gladness in her husband's broken heart.

"Of course we won," said Mr. Prigg. "Did I ever entertain a doubt from
the first about the merits of that case?"

"Thee did not, sir," said Tom; "but lookee 'ere, sir," he continued, in
almost a whisper, "I dreamt last night as we lost un; and I see thic
Snooks a sniggering as plaain as ever I see'd anybody in my life."

"My dear sir, what matters your dream? We won, sir. And as for Snooks'
sniggering, I am sorry to say he is sold up."

"Sold oop!" exclaimed Bumpkin. "Sorry! why beest thee sorry for
un--beant thee sorry for I?"

"Sorry you've won, Mr. Bumpkin? No; but, I'm sorry for Snooks, because
we lose our costs. Oh, that Locust is the greatest dodger I ever met."

"I don't understand thee, sir," said Bumpkin. "What d'ye mean by not
getting costs--won't ur pay?"

"I fear not," said Mr. Prigg, rubbing his hands. "I am surprised, too,
that he should not have waited until the rule for a new trial was
argued."

"What the devil be the meaning o' all this?" exclaimed Bumpkin.

"Really, really," said the pious diffuser of Christianity, "we must
exercise patience; we may get more damages if there should be another
trial."

"This be trial enough," said Mr. Bumpkin; "and after all it were a
trumpery case about a pig."

"Quite so, quite so," said the lawyer, rubbing his hands; "but you see,
my dear sir, it's not so much the pig."

"No, no," said Mr. Bumpkin, "it beant so much th' pig; it be the hoarses
moore, and the hayricks, and the whate, and--where be all my fowls and
dooks?"

"The fowls--quite so! Let me see," said the meditative man, pressing the
head of his gold pencil-case against his forehead, "the fowls--let me
see--oh, I know, they did the pleadings--so they did."

"And thic sow o' mine?"

"Yes, yes; I think she made an affidavit, if I remember rightly. Yes,
yes--and the bacon," said he, elevating his left hand, "six flitches I
think there were; they used to be in this very room--"

"Ay, sure did ur," said Mr. Bumpkin.

"Well I remember; they made a very splendid affidavit too: I have a note
of all of them in my memory."

"What coomed o' the cows?"

"Cows? Yes--I have it--our leading counsel had them; and the calf, if I
remember rightly, we