"Mrs. Fitzpatrick," said Mr. Staunton, "you have evidently a most excellent taste in gentlemen."
"I have that same," she replied. "An' I know thim that are no gintlemen," she continued with meaning emphasis, "whativer their clothes may be."
A titter ran through the court room.
"Silence in the court!" shouted the crier.
"Now, Mrs. Fitzpatrick," proceeded Mr. Staunton, taking a firmer tone, "you say the prisoner is a gentleman."
"I do. An' I can tell ye—"
"Wait, Mrs. Fitzpatrick. Wait a moment. Do you happen to know his wife?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know his wife?"
"Perhaps I do if you say so."