OLD LADY. [Sliding up to the chest of drawers >where the box of perfume stands] Are you not going to eat anything?
JUDGE. No, I am not hungry. How about you?
OLD LADY. I have just eaten. [Pause.
JUDGE. [Takes a piece of bread from his pocket] Then you'll excuse me, I'm sure.
OLD LADY. There's a roast of venison on the table.
JUDGE. You don't say so!
OLD LADY. Do you think I poison the food?
JUDGE. Yes, it tasted of carbolic acid this morning.
OLD LADY. And what I ate had a sort of metallic taste——
JUDGE. If I assure you that I have put nothing whatever in your food——