Mr. Crotch: Now, Canon Crisparkle, I have just one question of some delicacy to ask. I hope you won’t be offended. Is it not a fact that you are in love with Helena Landless?
Mr. Walters: My lord, my lord, I must object. I think this is a secret to a man’s breast, and my friend has no right to try to get it out.
Witness: My Lord, I have no objection to answer the question. The lady will appear before you shortly, and when you see her you will not be surprised that my heart is a little affected.
Mr. Crotch: Thank you, Canon Crisparkle.
Mr. Walters: Canon Crisparkle, one word please, as to the exact position of the weir. I think you have not been carefully examining the exact position lately? You could not testify whether it was two miles, one mile, or one and a half miles, and would not commit yourself to an actual distance?
Witness: No; we are not in mathematics.
Mr. Walters: If I told you it was a little nearer the Cathedral, you would not dispute it?
Witness: Not for a moment.
Mr. Walters: Thank you, Canon Crisparkle. That will do.
[Evidence of Helena Landless.]