His Lordship (irritably). "Which particular poster was she desirous of realising?"
Counsel. "My Lord, I think it must be the one of a slim and classic youth dancing the Bacchanal with a wreath uplifted over his head."
His Lordship (looking at Cissie's ample form completely filling the witness-box, murmurs), "No, I cannot see the picture at all."
Counsel. "Nor I, my Lord, believe me."
Then volunteered Cissie, "He gave me two sovereigns."
Judge. "What, the Lion? does he give money as well as parties?"
Counsel (desperately). "Not the Lion this time, my Lord, but the Lord Mayor. Did you consider that the Lord Mayor was sober when he gave you this money?"
Cissie. "Lor bless yer, yes, as sober as his Honour there the blessed Judge himself."
Judge (with complexion rapidly changing from pink to crimson). "Do not refer to me again in such a way. It is most improper."
Cissie (obligingly). "Very well, my dear."