“Not I!” returned my guardian.

“But, my dear sir,” said Mr. Kenge, “it is a will of later date than any in the suit.  It appears to be all in the testator’s handwriting.  It is duly executed and attested.  And even if intended to be cancelled, as might possibly be supposed to be denoted by these marks of fire, it is not cancelled.  Here it is, a perfect instrument!”

“Well!” said my guardian.  “What is that to me?”

“Mr. Guppy!” cried Mr. Kenge, raising his voice.  “I beg your pardon, Mr. Jarndyce.”

“Sir.”

“Mr. Vholes of Symond’s Inn.  My compliments.  Jarndyce and Jarndyce.  Glad to speak with him.”

Mr. Guppy disappeared.

“You ask me what is this to you, Mr. Jarndyce.  If you had perused this document, you would have seen that it reduces your interest considerably, though still leaving it a very handsome one, still leaving it a very handsome one,” said Mr. Kenge, waving his hand persuasively and blandly.  “You would further have seen that the interests of Mr. Richard Carstone and of Miss Ada Clare, now Mrs. Richard Carstone, are very materially advanced by it.”

“Kenge,” said my guardian, “if all the flourishing wealth that the suit brought into this vile court of Chancery could fall to my two young cousins, I should be well contented.  But do you ask me to believe that any good is to come of Jarndyce and Jarndyce?”

“Oh, really, Mr. Jarndyce!  Prejudice, prejudice.  My dear sir, this is a very great country, a very great country.  Its system of equity is a very great system, a very great system.  Really, really!”

My guardian said no more, and Mr. Vholes arrived.  He was modestly impressed by Mr. Kenge’s professional eminence.

“How do you do, Mr. Vholes?  Willl you be so good as to take a chair here by me and look over this paper?”

Mr. Vholes did as he was asked and seemed to read it every word.  He was not excited by it, but he was not excited by anything.  When he had well examined it, he retired with Mr. Kenge into a window, and shading his mouth with his black glove, spoke to him at some length.  I was not surprised to observe Mr. Kenge inclined to dispute what he said before he had said much, for I knew that no two people ever did agree about anything in Jarndyce and Jarndyce.  But he seemed to get the better of Mr. Kenge too in a conversation that sounded as if it were almost composed of the words “Receiver-General,” “Accountant-General,” “report,” “estate,” and “costs.”  When they had finished, they came back to Mr. Kenge’s table and spoke aloud.

“Well!  But this is a very remarkable document, Mr. Vholes,” said Mr. Kenge.

Mr. Vholes said, “Very much so.”

“And a very important document, Mr. Vholes,” said Mr. Kenge.

Again Mr. Vholes said, “Very much so.”

“And as you say, Mr. Vholes, when the cause is in the paper next term, this document will be an unexpected and interesting feature in it,” said Mr. Kenge, looking loftily at my guardian.