“John What?” Norval went on.
“No, my name’s not John What,” said the voice from the box; “it’s John Doe.”
“That’s strange,” said Jaques; “I thought the case was about a heart, not about a doe.”
LONGITUDE.
“Yes, my Lud, but the charge is that she stole a Doe’s heart,” said the Clerk.
“Doe and hart, hart and doe; I don’t think I’ll ever understand it,” said Ranulf, with a sigh.
“P’raps if yer Ludship would keep in mind that in Doe versus Roe——”
“Oh dear, oh dear! here’s a roe now; that’s another staggerer,” cried Jaques.
“Never mind,” whispered Norval—“look solemn, and make believe you know all about it.”