"I was not disorderly, sir."
"The officer declares that you had been drinking."
"Your Honor, I got the wrong carriage. My number was seventeen and I answered to number seventy-one." He wondered if she would believe this statement.
"I suppose that fully explains why you made a race-track of one of our main thoroughfares?"—sarcastically. "You were on the wrong carriage to begin with."
"All I can say, sir, is that it was a mistake."
"The mistake came in when you left your carriage to get a drink. You broke the law right then. Well, if a man makes mistakes, he must pay for them, here or elsewhere. This mistake will cost you thirty-five."
"I haven't a penny in my clothes, sir."
"Officer, lock him up, and keep him locked up till the fine is paid. I can not see my way to remit it Not another word,"—as Warburton started to protest.
"Marie Johnson, Mabel Tynner, Belle Lisle!" cried the clerk.
The two veiled ladies left the court precipitately.