“You must really answer,” says the Judge.
“They be put on, your lordship.”
“No, no,” says the counsel, “you mustn’t say that, I’ll have an answer. Have you seen them before?”
“Yes,” muttered the prosecutor.
“Let them go out of Court. Now then,” says the counsel, extending his right hand and his forefinger and leaning towards the witness, “have—you—not—told—them—that—this case was nothing to do with you as your name wasn’t Bumpkin?”
“My lord,” says the witness.
“No, no; you must answer.”
The witness stood confounded.
“You decline to answer,” says the counsel. “Very well; now then, let me see if you will decline to answer this. When you were robbed, as you say, was anybody with you?”
“Be I obligated to answer, my lord?”