Here the woman broke down, sobbing, while the attendant kept her from swaying and falling.
"There, there, Mrs. Rafferty. I'll suspend sentence this time. But don't let it happen another time. You have Pat arrested and I'll teach him something about treating you right."
"My God, yer honor (hic), the worst of it is it's me two girls—they ain't got no home, but a drunken din, the next thing I knows they'll be arristed (hic) and brought up before ye like these other poor divvels. Yer honor, it's drunken Pats and min like him that's bringin' these poor girls here—it ain't the cops an' the sports (hic), yer honor."
The woman staggered as the magistrate quietly signaled the attendant to lead her through the gate, and up the aisle of the court to the outer door.
As she passed by the spectators, two or three richly dressed young women giggled and nudged the dapper youths with whom they were sitting.
"Silence!" cried the magistrate tersely. "This is not a cabaret show. I don't want any seeing-New-York parties here. Sergeant, put those people out of the court."
The officer walked up the aisle and ordered the society buds and their escorts to leave.
"Why, we're studying sociology," murmured one girl. "It's a very stupid thing, however, down here."
"So vulgar, my dear," acquiesced her friend. "There's nothing interesting anyway. Just the same old story."
They noisily arose, and walked out, while Officer Burke could hear one of the gilded youths exclaim in a loud voice as they reached the outer corridor: