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"Into the court."

Mr. Cruncher's eyes seemed to get a little closer to one another,

and to interchange the inquiry, "What do you think of this?"

"Am I to wait in the court, sir?" he asked, as the result of that

conference.

"I am going to tell you. The door-keeper will pass the note to

Mr. Lorry, and do you make any gesture that will attract Mr.

Lorry's attention, and show him where you stand. Then what you

have to do, is, to remain there until he wants you."

"Is that all, sir?"

"That's all. He wishes to have a messenger at hand. This is to

tell him you are there."

As the ancient clerk deliberately folded and superscribed the

note, Mr. Cruncher, after surveying him in silence until he came

to the blotting-paper stage, remarked:

"I suppose they'll be trying Forgeries this morning?"

"Treason!"

"That's quartering," said Jerry. "Barbarous!"

"It is the law," remarked the ancient clerk, turning his

surprised spectacles upon him. "It is the law."