Mr. Roundjacket's hand fell.
"No—no!" he said, with a reproachful expression, "you wouldn't be so cruel, Judge!"
"I would!" said Mr. Rushton, with a snap.
"In Chancery?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Mr. Rushton."
"Sir?"
"Are you in earnest?"
"I am, sir."
"You distinctly state that you would see my poem consigned to—"