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On
the
day
when
I
was
articled
,
no
festivity
took
place
,
beyond
my
having
sandwiches
and
sherry
into
the
office
for
the
clerks
,
and
going
alone
to
the
theatre
at
night
.
I
went
to
see
The
Stranger
,
as
a
Doctors
’
Commons
sort
of
play
,
and
was
so
dreadfully
cut
up
,
that
I
hardly
knew
myself
in
my
own
glass
when
I
got
home
.
Mr
.
Spenlow
remarked
,
on
this
occasion
,
when
we
concluded
our
business
,
that
he
should
have
been
happy
to
have
seen
me
at
his
house
at
Norwood
to
celebrate
our
becoming
connected
,
but
for
his
domestic
arrangements
being
in
some
disorder
,
on
account
of
the
expected
return
of
his
daughter
from
finishing
her
education
at
Paris
.
But
,
he
intimated
that
when
she
came
home
he
should
hope
to
have
the
pleasure
of
entertaining
me
.
I
knew
that
he
was
a
widower
with
one
daughter
,
and
expressed
my
acknowledgements
.
Mr
.
Spenlow
was
as
good
as
his
word
.
In
a
week
or
two
,
he
referred
to
this
engagement
,
and
said
,
that
if
I
would
do
him
the
favour
to
come
down
next
Saturday
,
and
stay
till
Monday
,
he
would
be
extremely
happy
.
Of
course
I
said
I
would
do
him
the
favour
;
and
he
was
to
drive
me
down
in
his
phaeton
,
and
to
bring
me
back
.
When
the
day
arrived
,
my
very
carpet
-
bag
was
an
object
of
veneration
to
the
stipendiary
clerks
,
to
whom
the
house
at
Norwood
was
a
sacred
mystery
.
One
of
them
informed
me
that
he
had
heard
that
Mr
.
Spenlow
ate
entirely
off
plate
and
china
;
and
another
hinted
at
champagne
being
constantly
on
draught
,
after
the
usual
custom
of
table
-
beer
.
The
old
clerk
with
the
wig
,
whose
name
was
Mr
.
Tiffey
,
had
been
down
on
business
several
times
in
the
course
of
his
career
,
and
had
on
each
occasion
penetrated
to
the
breakfast
-
parlour
.
He
described
it
as
an
apartment
of
the
most
sumptuous
nature
,
and
said
that
he
had
drunk
brown
East
India
sherry
there
,
of
a
quality
so
precious
as
to
make
a
man
wink
.
We
had
an
adjourned
cause
in
the
Consistory
that
day
—
about
excommunicating
a
baker
who
had
been
objecting
in
a
vestry
to
a
paving
-
rate
—
and
as
the
evidence
was
just
twice
the
length
of
Robinson
Crusoe
,
according
to
a
calculation
I
made
,
it
was
rather
late
in
the
day
before
we
finished
.
However
,
we
got
him
excommunicated
for
six
weeks
,
and
sentenced
in
no
end
of
costs
;
and
then
the
baker
’
s
proctor
,
and
the
judge
,
and
the
advocates
on
both
sides
(
who
were
all
nearly
related
)
,
went
out
of
town
together
,
and
Mr
.
Spenlow
and
I
drove
away
in
the
phaeton
.
The
phaeton
was
a
very
handsome
affair
;
the
horses
arched
their
necks
and
lifted
up
their
legs
as
if
they
knew
they
belonged
to
Doctors
’
Commons
.
There
was
a
good
deal
of
competition
in
the
Commons
on
all
points
of
display
,
and
it
turned
out
some
very
choice
equipages
then
;
though
I
always
have
considered
,
and
always
shall
consider
,
that
in
my
time
the
great
article
of
competition
there
was
starch
:
which
I
think
was
worn
among
the
proctors
to
as
great
an
extent
as
it
is
in
the
nature
of
man
to
bear
.
We
were
very
pleasant
,
going
down
,
and
Mr
.
Spenlow
gave
me
some
hints
in
reference
to
my
profession
.
He
said
it
was
the
genteelest
profession
in
the
world
,
and
must
on
no
account
be
confounded
with
the
profession
of
a
solicitor
:
being
quite
another
sort
of
thing
,
infinitely
more
exclusive
,
less
mechanical
,
and
more
profitable
.
We
took
things
much
more
easily
in
the
Commons
than
they
could
be
taken
anywhere
else
,
he
observed
,
and
that
set
us
,
as
a
privileged
class
,
apart
.
He
said
it
was
impossible
to
conceal
the
disagreeable
fact
,
that
we
were
chiefly
employed
by
solicitors
;
but
he
gave
me
to
understand
that
they
were
an
inferior
race
of
men
,
universally
looked
down
upon
by
all
proctors
of
any
pretensions
.
I
asked
Mr
.
Spenlow
what
he
considered
the
best
sort
of
professional
business
?
He
replied
,
that
a
good
case
of
a
disputed
will
,
where
there
was
a
neat
little
estate
of
thirty
or
forty
thousand
pounds
,
was
,
perhaps
,
the
best
of
all
.
In
such
a
case
,
he
said
,
not
only
were
there
very
pretty
pickings
,
in
the
way
of
arguments
at
every
stage
of
the
proceedings
,
and
mountains
upon
mountains
of
evidence
on
interrogatory
and
counter
-
interrogatory
(
to
say
nothing
of
an
appeal
lying
,
first
to
the
Delegates
,
and
then
to
the
Lords
)
,
but
,
the
costs
being
pretty
sure
to
come
out
of
the
estate
at
last
,
both
sides
went
at
it
in
a
lively
and
spirited
manner
,
and
expense
was
no
consideration
.
Then
,
he
launched
into
a
general
eulogium
on
the
Commons
.
What
was
to
be
particularly
admired
(
he
said
)
in
the
Commons
,
was
its
compactness
.
It
was
the
most
conveniently
organized
place
in
the
world
.
It
was
the
complete
idea
of
snugness
.
It
lay
in
a
nutshell
.
For
example
:
You
brought
a
divorce
case
,
or
a
restitution
case
,
into
the
Consistory
.
Very
good
.
You
tried
it
in
the
Consistory
.
You
made
a
quiet
little
round
game
of
it
,
among
a
family
group
,
and
you
played
it
out
at
leisure
.
Suppose
you
were
not
satisfied
with
the
Consistory
,
what
did
you
do
then
?
Why
,
you
went
into
the
Arches
.
What
was
the
Arches
?
The
same
court
,
in
the
same
room
,
with
the
same
bar
,
and
the
same
practitioners
,
but
another
judge
,
for
there
the
Consistory
judge
could
plead
any
court
-
day
as
an
advocate
.
Well
,
you
played
your
round
game
out
again
.
Still
you
were
not
satisfied
.
Very
good
.
What
did
you
do
then
?
Why
,
you
went
to
the
Delegates
.
Who
were
the
Delegates
?
Why
,
the
Ecclesiastical
Delegates
were
the
advocates
without
any
business
,
who
had
looked
on
at
the
round
game
when
it
was
playing
in
both
courts
,
and
had
seen
the
cards
shuffled
,
and
cut
,
and
played
,
and
had
talked
to
all
the
players
about
it
,
and
now
came
fresh
,
as
judges
,
to
settle
the
matter
to
the
satisfaction
of
everybody
!
Discontented
people
might
talk
of
corruption
in
the
Commons
,
closeness
in
the
Commons
,
and
the
necessity
of
reforming
the
Commons
,
said
Mr
.
Spenlow
solemnly
,
in
conclusion
;
but
when
the
price
of
wheat
per
bushel
had
been
highest
,
the
Commons
had
been
busiest
;
and
a
man
might
lay
his
hand
upon
his
heart
,
and
say
this
to
the
whole
world
,
—
‘
Touch
the
Commons
,
and
down
comes
the
country
!
’
