Sir Fletcher Portwood.
Heaven forbid I should say a word against our method of administering law in this country. The House knows my opinion of the English Judicial Bench. At the same time, judges are mortal—I have never concealed that from myself; and Sir William and I have met. [To Claude.] You saw the judge look at me this morning, Claude?
Claude.
No.
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
No? Oh, yes, and I half-smiled in return. Yesterday I couldn’t catch his eye, but today I’ve been half-smiling at him all through the proceedings.
Justina runs in, seats herself at the pianoforte, and thumps out the Wedding March.
Justina.
Well, Uncle Fletcher!
Sir Fletcher Portwood.