Hobby cleared his throat impressively, tapped his table with the paper, and assumed measured judicial accents.
“This incriminating document proves—hah—hum—”
“To the satisfaction of the court,” prompted Lyn in a muffled voice.
“To the satisfaction of the court—I thank you! To the very great satisfaction of the court, this document, together with the barefaced manner in which you have brought this evidence to the cognizance of this court—it proves, little Lady Lyn, that you are compact all of loyalty and clean honor—and the sentence of this court is, Imprisonment for life!”
He held out his arms, and the culprit crept gladly to prison.
VI
“Then there was a star danc’d, and under that was I born.”
—Much Ado About Nothing.