shaggy-headed gentleman appeared upon the threshold.

Roundjacket turned over the sheet of paper upon which Verty's design
had been made; and then turned to reply to the words addressed to him.

"I am using my privilege to correct this youngster," he replied, with
a flourish of his ruler, apparently designed to impress the shaggy
head with the idea that he, Mr. Roundjacket, would not permit any
infringement of his rights and privileges.

"You are, are you?" said Mr. Rushton.

"Yes, sir," replied the clerk.

"And what do you find to correct in Mr. Verty?"

"Many things."

"Specify."

"With pleasure."

And Mr. Roundjacket, inserting one thumb into the pocket of his long
waistcoat, pointed with the ruler to Verty's costume.

"Do you call that a proper dress for a lawyer's clerk?" he said. "Is
the profession to be disgraced by the entrance of a bear, a savage, a
wild boy of the woods, who resembles a catamountain? Answer that, sir.
Look at those leggins!"