human
Have you read Aubrey's opinion on that troublesome case--I mean the Cornish Bank? inquired Weasel, taking a pinch of snuff, of Mr. Thoroughpace, another pupil who had just sat down beside Mr. Weasel, to see him
gpt
[_i. e._ score out, interline, and alter] a pleading drawn by the aforesaid Thoroughpace. That gentleman replied in the negative.
human
He's got a headpiece of his own, I can tell you!---Egad, somehow or another, he always contrives to hit the nail on the head!
gpt
I'd a sort of notion, the very first day he came, that he was a superior man, replied Thoroughpace.
human
He makes very few notes--seems to trust entirely to his head
gpt
Ah! a man may carry that too far,
human
Then I wish _I_ could, replied Thoroughpace.
gpt
Isn't there such a thing as making _the hand engross the business of the head_? Mr. Weasel--recollecting that in his library stood twelve thick folio volumes of manuscript
human
which he had been fool enough to copy out with his own hand during his pupilage, and the first year or two of his setting up in business--hemmed, and again applied to his snuff-box.
gpt
How do you get on with Aubrey in the pupils' room?
human
Why, I didn't like him at first. Very reserved, and is not without _hauteur_. Even now, though very courteous, he says little, appears entirely absorbed by his studies; and yet he seems to have something or other pressing on his mind.
gpt
Ah! I dare say! Law's no trifle, I warrant him! No doubt it's _teasing_ him!
human
Do you know I should doubt it! I never saw a man to whom it seemed to _yield_ so easily.--He's a particularly _gentlemanlike_ person, by the way; and there's something very attractive in his countenance. He seems highly connected.
gpt
Oh--why, you've heard of the great cause of _Doe_ d. _Titmouse_ v. _Jolter_, a Yorkshire ejectment case, tried only last spring assizes?--That case, you know, about the effect of an _erasure_.--Well, he's the defendant, and has, I hear, lost everything.
human
You astonish me! By Jove, then, he had need work!
gpt
Shall _we_ set to work, Mr. Thoroughpace? said Weasel, suddenly, looking at his watch lying on his desk.
human
I've promised to let them have these pleas by six o'clock--or the other side will be signing judgment; and plunging his pen into the inkstand, to work he went, _more suo_, as if such a man as his pupil, Mr. Aubrey, had never existed. Weasel was not at all a hard-hearted man; but I verily believe that if a _capias ad satisfaciendum_ (_i. e._ final process to take the body into custody to satisfy debt and costs) against Charles Aubrey, Esquire, had come into Mr. Weasel's chambers to be