[Releasing himself.] No.
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
Why, sir, if ever there was a matter for reference, for arbitration, this is one!
Fraser.
[Between his teeth.] Arbitration——?
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
Good heavens, when I open my Times in the morning, and glance at the law reports, how often have I occasion to remark, “That scandal might have been averted, and that, and that——” if only the intervention of some cool, level-headed person had been secured, the intervention of some one possessing the rarest of all gifts—the judicial faculty!
Fraser.
The gift is rare enough upon the bench. People shrink from having their concerns adjudicated by a meddlesome amateur.
Sir Fletcher Portwood.