turn up."

"I have no doubt you did,--and something has turned up. That
gentleman sitting next to you there,--who is he?"

"Joseph Mason, Esquire, of Groby Park," said Dockwrath.

"So I thought. It is he that is to have Orley Farm, if Lady Mason and
her son should lose it?"

"In that case he would be the heir."

"Exactly. He would be the heir. How pleasant it must be to you to
find yourself on such affectionate terms with--the heir! And when
he comes into his inheritance, who is to be tenant? Can you tell us
that?"

Dockwrath here paused for a moment. Not that he hesitated as to
telling the whole truth. He had fully made up his mind to do so,
and to brazen the matter out, declaring that of course he was to be
considered worthy of his reward. But there was that in the manner and
eye of Chaffanbrass which stopped him for a moment, and his enemy
immediately took advantage of this hesitation. "Come sir," said he,
"out with it. If I don't get it from you, I shall from somebody else.
You've been very plain-spoken hitherto. Don't let the jury think that
your heart is failing you at last."

"There is no reason why my heart should fail me," said Dockwrath, in
an angry tone.

"Is there not? I must differ from you there, Mr. Dockwrath. The heart
of any man placed in such a position as that you now hold must, I
think, fail him. But never mind that. Who is to be the tenant of
Orley Farm when my client has been deprived of it?"

"I am."

"Just so. You were turned out from those two fields when young Mason
came home from Germany?"

"I was."

"You immediately went to work and discovered this document?"

"I did."

"You put up Joseph Mason to this trial?"

"I told him my opinion."

"Exactly. And if the result be successful, you are to be put in
possession of the land."

"I shall become Mr. Mason's tenant at Orley Farm."

"Yes, you will become Mr. Mason's tenant at Orley Farm. Upon my word,
Mr. Dockwrath, you have made my work to-day uncommonly easy for
me,--uncommonly easy. I don't know that I have anything else to ask
you." And then Mr. Chaffanbrass, as he sat down, looked up to the
jury with an expression of countenance which was in itself worth any
fee that could be paid to him for that day's work. His face spoke as
plain as a face could speak, and what his face said was this: "After
that, gentlemen of the jury, very little more can be necessary. You
now see the motives of our opponents, and the way in which