“Eh?”
“Bumpkin, my lud;” and then all the Judges’ cried “Bumpkin!” as pleased as the followers of Columbus when they discovered America.
“Ah, here it is,” said Mr. Justice Pangloss, passing his forefinger slowly along the page; “the name of the case you refer to, Mr. Ricochet, is Bumpkin v. Snooks, not Coots v. Pumpkin, and it was tried before me and a special jury on the twenty-eighth of July of the present year.”
“Yes, my lud, with all submission.”
“Why, that was yesterday,” said Mr. Justice Pangloss. “Why did you not say so; I was referring to last year’s book.”
“With all deference, my lud—”
“Never mind, never mind, Mr. Ricochet; let us get on.”
“What do you move for?” asked Mr. Justice Doughty.
“A new trial, my lud.”
“A new trial—yes—? Which way was the verdict, Mr. Ricochet?”