"It is impossible to inform you, for judges are very deep and know all that is to be known on these matters. But of this you may be certain: if anything is fishy to the average apprehension, he will not suffer it to pass his nose."
"Where is the average apprehension?" asked the Angel.
"There, sir," said his dragoman, pointing to the jury with his chin, "noted for their common sense."
"And these others with grey heads who are calling each other friend, though they appear to be inimical?"
"Little can be hid from them," returned his dragoman; "but this case, though defended as to certain matters of money, is not disputed in regard to the divorce itself. Moreover, they are bound by professional etiquette to serve their clients through thin and thick."
"Cease!" said the Angel; "I wish to hear this evidence, and so does the lady on my left wing."
His dragoman smiled in his beard, and made no answer.
"Tell me," remarked the Angel, when he had listened, "does this woman get anything for saying she called them in the morning?"
"Fie, sir!" responded his dragoman; "only her expenses to the Court and back. Though indeed, it is possible that after she had called them, she got half a sovereign from the defendant to impress the matter on her mind, seeing that she calls many people every day."
"The whole matter," said the Angel with a frown, "appears to be in the nature of a game; nor are the details as savoury as I expected."