"I am afraid you will have the full opportunity for learning, my dear
fellow."

"Well, it's all right up to now," cried LUCKAPENNY, cheerfully, and we
separated.

Two or three years after this I again met the litigant, but this time
in the Royal Courts of Justice. There were streaks of white in his
hair, but he was still cheerful.

I asked him how he was getting on with the matter, and he replied,
"As well as might be expected." Our Counsel had been right, for the
liquidators had appealed.

"But we have beaten them again, my dear Sir! Think of that,--beaten
them again!"

"And now you will have no further difficulty, I suppose."

"I can't go quite so far as that," returned LUCKAPENNY, who I noticed
was adopting legal phraseology. "You know they may take us up to the
House of Lords, if they please!"

And again time went on. In the course of years I found that poor
LUCKAPENNY _had_ been taken to Westminster, and their Lordships had
decided to give themselves time to consider their judgment.

When I met LUCKAPENNY again, the House of Lords had decided against
him.