My business lay with Leasem.  The interviews and letters passing were numerous.  However, it came at last to the following dialogue:—­

“Well, my dear Mr. Discount,” began Mr. Leasem, who hates me like poison, “I’m really very sorry for that poor dear Molinos—­knew his father well; a great man, a perfect gentleman; but you know what women are, eh, Mr. Discount?  My client won’t advance a shilling; she knows it would only be wasted in low dissipation.  Now, don’t you think (this was said very insinuatingly)—­don’t you think he had better be sent to the work-house?  Very comfortable accommodation there, I can assure you—­meat twice a week, and excellent soup; and then, Mr. D., we might consider about allowing you something for that bill.”

“Mr. Leasem, can you reconcile it to your conscience to make such an arrangement?  Here’s a wife rolling in luxury, and a husband starving!”

“No, Mr. Discount, not starving; there is the work-house, as I observed before; besides, allow me to suggest that these appeals to feeling are quite unprofessional—­quite unprofessional.”

“But, Mr. Leasem, touching this property which the poor man is entitled to?”

“Why, there again, Mr. D., you must excuse me; you really must.  I don’t say he is, I don’t say he is not.  If you know he is entitled to property, I am sure you know how to proceed; the law is open to you, Mr. Discount—­the law is open; and a man of your talent will know how to use it.”

“Then, Mr. Leasem, you mean that I must, in order to right this starving man, file a Bill of Discovery, to extract from you the particulars of his rights.  You have the Marriage Settlement, and all the information, and you decline to allow a pension, or afford any information; the man is to starve, or go to the work-house?”

“Why, Mr. D., you are so quick and violent, it really is not professional; but you see, (here a subdued smile of triumph,) it has been decided that a solicitor is not bound to afford such information as you ask, to the injury of his client.”

“Then you mean that this poor Molinos may rot and starve, while you keep secret from him, at his wife’s request, his title to an income, and that the Court of Chancery will back you in this iniquity?”

I kept repeating the word “starve,” because I saw it made my respectable opponent wince.  “Well, then, just listen to me:  I know that in the happy state of our equity law, Chancery can’t help my client; but I have another plan—­I shall go hence to my office, issue a writ, and take your client’s husband in execution—­as soon as he is lodged in jail, I shall file his schedule in the Insolvent Court, and when he comes up for his discharge, I shall put you in the witness-box, and examine you on oath, ‘touching any property of which you know the insolvent to be possessed,’ and where will be your privileged communications then?”

The respectable Leasem’s face lengthened in a twinkling, his comfortable confident air vanished, he ceased twiddling his gold chain, and at length he muttered, “Suppose we pay the debt?”