'You are an attorney!' he cried.

'And--and everybody's business is your business! By God, this is too much!' And seizing the bell-rope he was about to overwhelm the man of law with a torrent of abuse, before he had him put out, when the absurdity of the appeal and perhaps a happy touch in Peter's last answer struck him; he held his hand, and hesitated.

Then, 'What is your name, sir ?' he said sternly.
'Peter Fishwick,' the attorney answered humbly.
'And how the devil did you know--that I wanted to make a will ?' 'I was going upstairs,' the lawyer explained.

'And the door was ajar.' 'And you listened ?' 'I wanted to hear,' said Peter with simplicity.
'But what did you hear, sir ?' Soane retorted, scarcely able to repress a smile.
'I heard your honour tell your servant to lay out pen and paper, and to bring the landlord and another upstairs when he called you in the morning.

And I heard you bid him leave your sword.