“Thank you, my lord,” said Mr. Star, as he resumed his seat.
“I do not intend to ask any questions,” said Mr. Daunt. “So my learned friend need not have been in such a hurry to interpose.”
“Come forward, Agnes Marvel!” said the crier.
The woman came and stood near the clerk who was giving evidence.
“Lift up your veil, madam,” said Mr. Daunt.
She did so with trembling hands which were encased in black cotton gloves.
“Now, will you be good enough to remove your gloves.”
“What is the meaning of this?” said Mr. Star, Q.C., jumping up.
“My lord, I make this request on my responsibility as counsel.”
“Where is the objection, Mr. Star?” said the judge.