His Lordship (prompting). "No, no, not a pig, a Lion."
Counsel (bows, and with a supreme effort of memory recollects the word Pygmalion). "Had not the great Pygmalion so created Galatea that she verily became endowed with life, and may we not suppose that the genius of Sir Edwin Landseer, or whoever carved this wondrous lifelike Lion, might not also have endowed it with some such strange new form of existence? Was it reasonable to suppose that what had happened to Beauty might not also happen to the Beast? Take the simple exquisite statement of this child, this little boy Ridgwell, confirmed by his sister."
Judge (prompting). "No, no, you can only be actually confirmed by a Bishop."
Counsel. "I spoke of another confirmation, my Lord."
His Lordship. "Well, the issue, the issue, what does it show?"
Counsel. "My Lord, I will explain at some length carefully."
His Lordship immediately relapses into another short but placid slumber.
Counsel. "This child Ridgwell, with the imagination worthy of Christian in the Pilgrim's Progress, states simply, and you have heard for yourselves how beautifully, that the Lion walked and talked with him; and as I have used the touching illustration of the Pilgrim's Progress, with which you are all familiar, I say this child is not alone in his belief that the Lion came to life. There are others to testify, others to write of it, among them a well-known Writer and Poet. This Lion has not been left without a Bunyan."
His Lordship (waking almost with a start). "No, no! ridiculous; you are mixing matters. All the Lion had was a swelling in the foot caused by a thorn—I know the fable well."
Counsel. "My Lord, believe me, I spoke of a different matter."