I don't think as how Mr.Ness would have him; but they write letters to each other by times.

Old Job--you'll recollect old Job, ma'am, he that gardened for Mr Ness, and waited in the parlour when there was company--did say as one day he heerd them speaking about Mr.Corbet; and he's a grand counsellor now--one of them as goes about at assize-time, and speaks in a wig." "A barrister, you mean," said Miss Monro.
"Ay; and he's something more than that, though I can't rightly remember what," Ellinor could have told them both.

They had _The Times_ lent to them on the second day after publication by one of their friends in the Close, and Ellinor, watching till Miss Monro's eyes were otherwise engaged, always turned with trembling hands and a beating heart to the reports of the various courts of law.

In them she found--at first rarely--the name she sought for, the name she dwelt upon, as if every letter were a study.
Mr.Losh and Mr.Duncombe appeared for the plaintiff, Mr.Smythe and Mr.
Corbet for the defendant.

In a year or two that name appeared more frequently, and generally took the precedence of the other, whatever it might be; then on special occasions his speeches were reported at full length, as if his words were accounted weighty; and by-and-by she saw that he had been appointed a Queen's counsel.