"The court is adjourned," said the magistrate, rising.
"But, ole marse—" repeated Katie.
"Remove the prisoners," he said, coming down from his seat.
"Yes, but, ole marse—" she persisted.
"Dismiss the witnesses!" he ordered, passing on.
"Laws bless my soul alive, can't a body speak to you?" exclaimed
Katie, catching hold of his coat and detaining him.
"What is it that you want, creature?" demanded Sir Alexander, in astonishment.
"Only one parting word to 'lighten your mind, ole marse! Which it is dis: Just now you called dat whited salt-peter here a pure lassie, which, beggin' your pardon, is 'fernally false, dough you don't know it! 'cause if she's pure, all de wus ob de poor mis'able gals ye might pick up out'n de streets is hebbenly angels, cherrybims, and serryfims. Dere now, dat's de trufe! Don't go and say I didn't tell you!" And Katie let go his coat.
And with a bow to Judge Merlin and his party as he passed them, Sir
Alexander left the room.
The prisoners were removed—Faustina weeping, and the viscount affecting to sneer.