“If you want to see Chancery Judges,” added the Don, “come to the Old Bailey!”
CHAPTER XIII.
An interesting gentleman—showing how true it is that one half the world does not know how the other half lives.
“The Old Bailey,” said Mr. Bumpkin, as they crossed Palace Yard on their way to the steamboat pier, “bean’t that where all these ’ere chaps be tried for ship stealin’?” (sheep stealing).
“I don’t know about ship stealing,” said O’Rapley, “but it’s a place where they can cure all sorts of diseases.”
“Zounds!” exclaimed Bumpkin, “I’ve ’eeard tell of un. A horsepital you means—dooan’t want to goo there.”
“Horse or donkey, it don’t matter what,” said Don O’Rapley. “They’ve got a stuff that’s so strong a single drop will cure any disease you’ve got.”
“I wonder if it ’ud cure my old ’ooman’s roomatiz. It ’ud be wuth tryin’, maybe.”
“I’ll warrant it,” replied the Don. “She’d never feel ’em after takin’ one drop,” and he drew his hand across his mouth and coughed.
“I’d like to try un,” said the farmer, “for she be a terrible suffrer in these ’ere east winds. ’As ’em like all up the grine.”