"I was trained for a mechanical engineer."
"What has been your principal employment?"
"Invention."
"When you left New York, whither did you go?"
"To Sevenoaks."
"How many years ago was that?"
"Eleven or twelve, I suppose."
"Now I want you to tell to the Court, in a plain, brief way, the history of your life in Sevenoaks, giving with sufficient detail an account of all your dealings with the defendant in this case, so that we may perfectly understand how your inventions came into Mr. Belcher's hands, and why you have never derived any benefit from them."
It was a curious illustration of the inventor's nature that, at this moment, with his enemy and tormentor before him, he shrank from giving pain. Mr. Cavendish noticed his hesitation, and was on his feet in an instant. "May it please the court," said he, "there is a question concerning identity that comes up at this point, and I beg the privilege of asking it here."
The judge looked at Mr. Balfour, and the latter said: "Certainly."