JONES. If you had my life, if you'd been out of work——
MAGISTRATE. Yes, yes; I know—because you're out of work you think it's an excuse for everything.
JONES. [Pointing at JACK.] You ask 'im wot made 'im take the——
ROPER. [Quietly.] Does your Worship require this witness in the box any longer?
MAGISTRATE. [Ironically.] I think not; he is hardly profitable.
[JACK leaves the witness-box, and hanging his head, resumes his seat.]
JONES. You ask 'im wot made 'im take the lady's——
[But the BALD CONSTABLE catches him by the sleeve.]
BALD CONSTABLE. SSSh!
MAGISTRATE. [Emphatically.] Now listen to me.