"You shut yer face," said his adviser. "An' don' try an' teach me my job, or I'll 'ave you in the box."
Before this threat Mr. Morgan subsided, muttering.
Impatiently counsel for the defence returned to his place. Once there, he adjusted his gown, consulted a blank sheet of paper with some acerbity, and then addressed himself to the witness.
"Why did you leave your last place?"
Anthony hesitated. Then—
"I was unable to get on with one member of the household," he said.
"Were you dismissed?"
"I was."
"Why?"
"As the result of a difference I had."