"What, colonel, did again? Is she married?"
"Yes; that young lady is now Mrs. Jeffery, my wife."
The counsel had evidently intended to make some point against the colonel's evidence, which was completely destroyed by the fact of the two marriages. But he resumed the attack by changing his ground.
"Colonel," he said, "do you know a boy named Tobias Ragg?"
"I do. He is a resident in my house."
"Will you take upon your self to swear that that boy, or lad, or whatever he may be called, is in his right senses?"
"I will."
"Will you swear that he was never confined in a lunatic asylum, from which he made his escape raving mad, and that since then you have not kept him to listen to his wild conjectures and dreamy charges against the prisoner at the bar?"
"I will swear that he is not mad, and—"
"Come, sir, I want an answer, yes or no."