Mr. Crotch: You need not be so affectionate. What happened next day?

Witness: I followed him to his home.

Mr. Crotch: What happened?

Witness: I lost him where the omnibus he got into nigh his journey’s end plies betwixt the station and the place.

Mr. Crotch: Did you meet anybody else?

Witness: I met a dear gentleman named Edwin.

Mr. Crotch: What did you say to him?

Witness: I said to him, “My lungs is weak, my lungs is bad”—and the dear gentleman he put three-and-sixpence in my hand.

Mr. Crotch: And when did you next meet the prisoner?

Witness: Oh, my poor head! In 1861. He comes to me all over like for the want of a smoke. I says, “You have come to the right place. This is the place where the all overs is smoked off.”