“I presume, after this,” observed Williams, carelessly, “your Honour will order the juror not to enter the box?”
“Not so fast—not so fast, brother Williams,” put in Timms, who felt it was now his turn to say a word, and who was thumbing a small pocket-almanac very diligently the while.
“This discussion, I understand the learned gentleman, took place in the juror’s store?”
“It did, sir,” was the answer—“a place where such discussions are very apt to occur. Hook and White loaf half their time away in that store.”
“All quite likely—very likely to happen—Mr. Hatfield, do you open your store on the Sabbath?”
“Certainly not—I am very particular to do nothing of the sort.”
“A church-member, I suppose, sir?”
“An undeserving one, sir.”
“Never, on any account, in the practice of opening your store of a Sabbath, I understand you to say?”
“Never, except in cases of sickness. We must all respect the wants of the sick.”