"He would then eject you for contempt of Court."
"Does he not think her a fine woman, too?"
"For the love of justice, sir, be silent," entreated his dragoman. "This concerns the happiness of three, if not of five lives. Look! She is lifting her veil; she is going to use her handkerchief."
"I cannot bear to see a woman cry," said the Angel, trying to rise; "please take this lady off my left wing."
"Kindly sit tight!" murmured his dragoman to the lady, leaning across behind the Angel's back. "Listen, sir!" he added to the Angel: "The jury are satisfied that what is necessary has taken place. All is well; she will get her decree."
"Hurrah!" said the Angel in a loud voice.
"If that noise is repeated, I will have the Court cleared."
"I am going to repeat it," said the Angel firmly; "she is beautiful!"
His dragoman placed a hand respectfully over the Angel's mouth. "Oh, sir!" he said soothingly, "do not spoil this charming moment. Hark! He is giving her a decree nisi, with costs. To-morrow it will be in all the papers, for it helps to sell them. See! She is withdrawing; we can now go." And he disengaged the Angel's wing.
The Angel rose quickly and made his way towards the door. "I am going to walk out with her," he announced joyously.