Judge (excitedly, and in needless alarm). "Of whom is he speaking?"
Counsel (hastening to explain). "The Lord Mayor, my Lord. I asked the witness did he consider the Lord Mayor sober upon the night they met."
Witness. "Yes, he was sober enough, but I think he was balmy, and I shall always think he was balmy."
Counsel. "Thank you, that is sufficient; you can stand down."
Cissie Laurie, upon being called, went skittishly into the witness box, curtseyed to the Court, and blew a kiss to the Judge.
His Lordship glared at the lady in shocked amazement.
Upon being questioned, Mrs. Laurie confided that most of her early life had been passed playing in Pantomimes, therefore she had always been fond of dancing. At the present time she kept a lodging-house for theatricals, and the only chance she had of indulging in her old and favourite pastime seemed to be to dance attendance upon these lodgers.
"Never mind what you do indoors," suggested Counsel. "I want to know what you do out of doors, what you did out of doors on the particular night in question when you met the Lord Mayor of London."
"Well, I felt young and girlish," confessed Cissie. "The first floor back and the second floor front had both gone out, and the house seemed dull with no lights and nobody in it."
"Never mind about the house or the lighting of it," interrupted
Counsel. "You went out for a walk in the streets of London."