In their Wisdom by C.P. Snow

The case, or some of those most affected by it, moved into a kind of limbo. Not the judge, of course, who sat placidly in the Law Courts trying other cases, and then went home to Highgate without giving a retrospective thought to this one: nor March and Lander, who were earning their big livings and had their customary dinner together at their club once a week with the Massie case compartmented out of mind. But Skelding and his partners on one side, Symington on the other, still had occasional hours in occasional weeks when they were drafting briefs for the appeal – in the stretches of limbo-like time before it could happen, if there is time in limbo and if there was ever going to be an appeal. For that Symington was, while going through the exercise of preparing for it, simultaneously and much more enthusiastically planning to avoid.

The more Symington studied the record of the case in Bosanquet's court, the less positive he was about their chances in a higher one. The time might soon be coming to put out the first feelers towards the other side. ‘Leave them guessing,' said Swaffield, who had performed more negotiations than most men. ‘The more they want to settle the better. They must be more anxious than we are. Let them worry. Above all they mustn't get the slightest idea of what we'd settle for.'