“No, no,” said Norval; “prisoner.”
“I want to know the pretty prisoner’s name?” said Ranulf.
STEAK TART.
“No, no—just prisoner,” said Norval; “say it again.”
“Well, then, I want to know the just prisoner’s name?” said Ranulf.
“Just so, m’ Lud,” said the Clerk, bobbing up; “prisoner’s name is Victoria Lawsenj. Yer Ludship had better ask her to plead.”
Norval whispered to Ranulf, “Tell her she’s charged with stealing a tart. Ask whether she is guilty or not guilty.”
Ranulf looked as grave as he could, and said “Victoria Lawsenj, you are charged with stealing a tart——”
“Beg pardon, m’ Lud,” said the Clerk, starting up; “some m’stake, my Lud——”