Again the court rippled, again the attendant intervened.
Burlingame was nonplussed this time, but he gathered himself together.
“What was the process of law which forced you to leave your own land?”
“None at all.”
“What were your debts when you left?”
“None at all.”
“How much was the last debt you paid?”
“Two thousand five hundred pounds.”
“What was its nature?”
“It was a debt of honour—do you understand?” The subtle challenge of the voice, the sarcasm, was not lost. Again there was a struggle on the part of the audience not to laugh outright, and so be driven from the court as had been threatened.