Low,
with a sigh. "I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll go this very moment
to Pickering." Mr. Pickering at this time was one of the three
Vice-Chancellors. "It isn't exactly the proper thing for counsel to
call on a judge on a Sunday afternoon with the direct intention of
influencing his judgment for the following morning; but this is a
case in which a point may be strained. When such a paper as the
_People's Banner_ gets hold of a letter from a madman, which if
published would destroy the happiness of a whole family, one
shouldn't stick at a trifle. Pickering is just the man to take a
common-sense view of the matter. You'll have to make an affidavit in
the morning, and we can get the injunction served before two or three
o'clock. Mr. Septimus Slope, or whatever his name is, won't dare to
publish it after that. Of course, if it comes out to-morrow morning,
we shall have been too late; but this will be our best chance."
So Mr. Low got his hat and umbrella, and started for the
Vice-Chancellor's house. "And I tell you what, Phineas;--do you stay
and dine here.
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