"Hear Martin! hear him!" cried Mr. Yorke. "I must see and have this lad of mine brought up to the bar. Nature meant him to live by his tongue. Hesther, your third son must certainly be a lawyer; he has the stock-in-trade--brass, self-conceit, and words--words--words."

"Hear Martin! hear him!" cried Mr. Yorke. "I must have this lad of mine brought up to be a lawyer. He has the self-conceit, and words - words - words."
