Mr. Low had advised him not to see Mr. Chaffanbrass;--but he had
persisted in declaring that there were instructions which no one
but himself could give to the counsellor whose duty it would be to
defend him at the trial. Mr. Chaffanbrass came at the hour fixed,
and with him came Mr. Wickerby. The old barrister bowed courteously
as he entered the prison room, and the attorney introduced the two
gentlemen with more than all the courtesy of the outer world. "I am
sorry to see you here, Mr. Finn," said the barrister.
"It's a bad lodging, Mr. Chaffanbrass, but the term will soon be
over. I am thinking a good deal more of my next abode."
"It has to be thought of, certainly," said the barrister. "Let us
hope that it may be all that you would wish it to be. My services
shall not be wanting to make it so."
"We are doing all we can, Mr. Finn," said Mr. Wickerby.
"Mr. Chaffanbrass," said Phineas, "there is one special thing that
I want you to do." The old man, having his own idea as to what was
coming, laid one of his hands over the other, bowed his head, and
looked meek.
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