Hebe.
“Stand back, sir—get off my ground, sir!” cried Sir Hampton, furiously. “Look here, men, this is—er-rum—an assault.”
“No, it is not, Sir Hampton,” said Pratt, coolly. “Look here, my good man.”
“Your good man, sir?”
“Yes,” said Pratt, quietly; and there was something in the little fellow that enforced attention. “You are, I believe, a magistrate here—for the county?”
“Yes, sir; I am, sir; and—er-rum—”
“Be cool—be cool,” said Pratt, “You called me a cad just now.”
“I did, sir; and—”
“Well, I am a barrister—of the Temple. There is my card.”