We enjoyed ourselves very much. There was good music and a little sweet singing, the lady being in that art, as in every other, well trained and accomplished. If I was not altogether ravished with the performance, Crook was. You could see that by the tender look of his eyes.
After the music, cards were introduced, and they commenced playing _vingt-et-un_, Crook being the special favourite with everybody, especially with the ladies. I believe much was due to the expression of his eyes.
As I had given up cards, I did not join in the game, but became more and more interested in it as an onlooker. I was a little surprised, however, to find that in a very short while, comparatively, our friend Crook had lost 30 or 40; and as this was the greater part of his allowance for travelling expenses, it placed him in a rather awkward position.
Some men travel faster when they have no money; this was not the case with poor Crook, who travelled only by means of it. Alas, I thought, _twenty-one_ and _vingt-et-un_! It was a serious matter, and the worse because Crook was not a good loser: he lost his head and his temper as well as his money; and I have ever observed through life that the man who loses his temper loses himself and his friends.
He was disgusted with his bad luck, but nurtured a desperate hope--the forlorn hope that deceives all gamblers--that he should retrieve his losses on some future occasion, which he eagerly looked for and, one might say, demanded.
The occasion was not far off; it was, in fact, nearer than Crook antic.i.p.ated. His pleasant manner and agreeable society at _vingt-et-un_ procured us another invitation for the following night but one, and of course we accepted it. It was a great change to me from the scenery of the Elm Court chimney-pots.
Whatever might be Crook"s happily sanguine disposition and hope of retrieving his luck, there was one thing which the calculator of chances does not take into consideration in games of this kind. We, visiting such cultured and fashionable people, would never for a moment think so meanly of our friends; I mean the possibility of their cheating, a word never mentioned in well-bred society. A suspicion of such conduct, even, would be tantamount to treason, and a violation of the rules that regulate the conduct of ladies and gentlemen. It was far from all our thoughts, and the devil alone could entertain so malevolent an idea. Be that as it may, as a matter of philosophy, the onlooker sees most of the game, and as I was an onlooker this is what I saw:--
The elegant lady _exchanged glances with one of the players while she was looking over Crook"s hand_! Crook was losing as fast as he could, and no wonder. I was now in an awkward position. To have denounced our hosts because I interpreted a lady"s glances in a manner that made her worse than a common thief might have produced unknown trouble. But I kept my eye on the beautiful blonde, nevertheless, and became more and more confirmed in my suspicions without any better opportunity of declaring them.
The charming well-bred lady thus communicating her knowledge of Crook"s cards, I need not say he was soon reduced to a state of insolvency; and as the party was too exclusive and fashionable to extend their hospitality to those who had not the means of paying, it soon broke up, and we returned to our rooms, I somewhat wiser and Crook a great deal poorer.
Such was the adventure which came to my mind when I saw in the Queen"s Bench at Westminster the trial of "Boyle and Lawson" against the _Times_ for calumnious insinuations against the character of a lady and others, suggesting that they obtained false letters of credit to enable them to cheat and defraud.
_This_ was the select party which Norwich society had lionized--the great unknown to whom we had been introduced, and where Crook had been cheated out of his travelling-money!
The lady was the fair plaintiff in this action, seeking for the rehabilitation of her character; and she succeeded in effecting that object so far as the outlay of one farthing would enable her to do so, for that was all the jury gave her, and it was exactly that amount too much. Her character was worth more to her in Crook"s time.
Speaking of a man running society on his fees--that is, endeavouring to cope with the rich on the mere earnings of a barrister, however large they may be--I have met with several instances which would have preserved me from the same fate had I ever been cursed with such an inclination. The number of successful men at the Bar who have been ruined by worshipping the idol which is called "Society," and which is perhaps a more disastrous deity to worship than any other, is legion.
This is one unhappy example, the only one I intend to give.
While I was living in Bond Street, and working very hard, I had little time and no inclination to lounge about amongst the socially great; I had, indeed, no money to spend on great people. The entrance-fee into the portals of the smart society temple is heavy, especially for a working-man; and so found the bright particular star who had long held his place amidst the splendid social galaxy, and then disappeared into a deeper obscurity than that from which he had emerged, to be seen no more for ever.
He was a Queen"s Counsel, a brilliant advocate in a certain line of business, and a popular, agreeable, intellectual, and amusing companion. He obtained a seat in Parliament, and a footing in Society which made him one of its selected and princ.i.p.al lions. In every Society paper, amongst its most fashionable intelligence, there was he; and Society hardly seemed to be able to get along without him.
One Sunday afternoon I was reading in my little room when this agreeable member of the _elite_ called upon me. My astonishment was great, because at that time of my career not only did I not receive visitors, but _such_ a visitor was beyond all expectation, and I wondered, when his name was announced, what could have brought him, he so great and I comparatively nothing. It is true I had known him for some time, but I knew him so little that I thought of him as a most estimable great man whose career was leading him to the highest distinction in his profession.
Another extraordinary thing that struck me long after, but did not at the time, was that the business he came upon made no particular impression on my mind, any more than if it had been the most ordinary thing in the world. That to me is still inexplicable.
My visitor did not let troubles sit upon him, if troubles he ever had, for he seemed to be in the highest spirits. Society kept him ever in a state of effervescent hilarity, so that he never let anything trouble him. At this time he was making at the Bar seven or eight thousand a year, and consequently, I thought, must be the happiest of men.
His manner was agreeable, and his face wore a smile of complacency at variance with the nature of his errand, which he quickly took care to make known by informing me that he was in a devil of a mess, and did not know what he should do to get out of it.
"Oh," I said quite carelessly, "you"ll manage." And little did I think I should be the means of fulfilling my own prophecy.
"The fact is, my dear Hawkins," said the wily intriguer, for such he was, "I"ll tell you seriously how I stand. To-morrow morning I have bills becoming due amounting to 1,250, and I want you to be good enough to lend me that sum to enable me to meet them."
I was perfectly astounded! This greatness to have come down to 1,250 on the wrong side of the ledger.
"I have no such amount," said I, "and never had anything like it at my bank." I must say I pitied him, and began to wonder in what way I _could_ help him. He was so really and good-naturedly in earnest, and seemed so extremely anxious, that at last I said, "Well, I"ll see what I can do," and asked him to meet me in court the following morning, when I would tell him whether I could help him or not.
His grat.i.tude was boundless; my kindness should never be forgotten--no, as long as he lived! and if he had been addressing a common jury he could not have used more flowers of speech or shed more abundant tears to water them with. I was the best friend he had ever had. And, as it seemed afterwards, very foolishly so, because he told me he had not one farthing of security to offer for the loan. A man who ought to have been worth from fifty to a hundred thousand pounds!
However, I went to my bankers" and made arrangements to be provided with the amount. I met him at the place of appointment, and was quite surprised to see the change in his demeanour since the day before.
He was now apparently in a state of deeper distress than ever, and thinking to soothe him, I said, "It"s all right; you can have the money!"
Once more he overwhelmed me with the eloquence of a grateful heart, but said it was of no use--no use whatever; that instead of 1,250 he had other bills coming in, and unless they could all be met he might just as well let the others go.
"How much do you _really_ want to quite clear you?" I asked, with a simplicity which astonishes me to this day.
"Well," he said, "nothing is of the least use under 2,500."
I was a little staggered, but, pitying his distress of mind, went once more to my bankers" and made the further necessary arrangements. I borrowed the whole amount at five per cent., and placed it to the credit of this brilliant Queen"s Counsel.
The only terms I made with him on this new condition of things was that he should, out of his incoming fees, pay my clerk 500 a quarter until the whole sum was liquidated. This he might easily have done, and this he arranged to do; but the next day he pledged the whole of his prospective income to a Jew, incurred fresh liabilities, and left me without a shadow of a chance of ever seeing a penny of my money again. I need not say every farthing was lost, princ.i.p.al and interest.
I say interest, because it cost me five per cent, till the amount was paid.
His end was as romantic as his life, but it is best told in the words of my old friend Charley Colman, who never spares colour when it is necessary, and in that respect is an artist who resembles Nature. Thus he writes:--
"What a coward at heart was ----! He allowed himself to be sat upon and crushed without raising a hand or voice in his defence of himself.
When he returned from America he accepted a seat in ---- office--in the office of the man who urged Lord ---- to prosecute him.
"After your gift to him--a n.o.ble gift of 3,000--he called at my chambers, spoke in high terms of your generosity, and wished all the world to know it, so elated was he. I was to publish it far and wide.
He went away. In half an hour he returned, and begged me to keep the affair secret. "Too late," said I. "Several gentlemen have been here, and to them I mentioned the matter, and begged them to spread it far and wide." His heart failed him when he thought he would be talked about.
"He was a kind-hearted fellow at times--generous to a fault, always most abstemious; but he had a tongue, and one he did not try to control. He used to say stinging things of people, knowing them to be untrue.
"What a life! What a terrible fate was his! Turned out of Parliament; made to resign his Benchership; his gown taken from him by the Benchers; driven to America by his creditors to get his living; not allowed to practise in the Supreme Court in America. At forty-five years of age his life had foundered. He returns to England--for what!
Simply to find his recklessness had blasted his life, and then--?
"Sometimes, in spite of _all_, I feel a moisture in my eye when I think of him. Had he been true to himself what a brilliant life was open to him! What a practice he had! Up to the last he told me that he turned 14,000 a year. He worked hard, very hard, and his gains went to ---- or to chicken-hazard! Poor fellow!"
CHAPTER XIV.
PETER RYLAND--THE REV. MR. FAKER AND THE WELSH WILL.
I was retained at Hertford a.s.sizes, with Peter Ryland as my leader, to prosecute a man for perjury, which was alleged to have been committed in an action in which a cantankerous man, who had once filled the office of High Sheriff for the county, was the prosecutor. Wealthy and disagreeable, he was nevertheless a henpecked tyrant.
Mrs. Brown, his wife, was a witness for the prosecution in the alleged perjury--which was unfortunate for her husband, because she had the greatest knowledge of the circ.u.mstances surrounding the case; while Mr. Brown had the best knowledge of the probable quality of his wife"s evidence.
When we were in consultation and considering the nature of this evidence, and arranging the best mode of presenting our case to the jury, Brown interposed, and begged that Mr. Ryland should call Mrs.
Brown as the _last_ witness, instead of first, which was the proper course. "Because," said he, "_if anything goes wrong during the trial or anything is wanting, Mrs. Brown will be quite ready to mop it all up_."
This in a prosecution for _perjury_ was one of the boldest propositions I had ever heard.
I need not say that good Mrs. Brown was called, as she ought to have been, first. The lady"s mop was not in requisition at that stage of the trial, and the jury decided against her.
I was sometimes in the Divorce Court, and old Jack Holker was generally my opponent. He was called "Long Odds." In one particular case I won some _eclat_. It is not related on that account, however, but simply in consequence of its remarkable incidents. No case is interesting unless it is outside the ordinary stock-in-trade of the Law Courts, and I think this was.
The details are not worth telling, and I therefore pa.s.s them by.