“I am quite sure of that.”
“Then, that’s my case,” yawns the happy officer of the forum. “I shall play golf at Bala this afternoon till six,” he says to his assistant.
V
THE QUALITY OF JUSTICE
A young man sitting at the counsel table, and grown diffident the moment he finds himself on his feet, rises to address the court.
“If the court pleases,” he begins, and the court awakes with a start from a revery of dinner.
“Eh? Who is he?” the court whispers to the district attorney.
The officer scowls back and answers that he does not know.
The young man has heard.
“I am John Forrest, if the court pleases, admitted yesterday.”
“Precisely, sir,” smiles the court, icily; “but you are interrupting the trial of a cause. Your motion will have to wait until it is concluded—unless it is imperative.”