"Yes," said the boy, "in St. Giles's parish for three years."
"Do you know your catechism?"
The boy muttered something which was not audible to the court generally, and was utterly lost upon the judge personally.
"What does he say?" said his lordship.
"Speak up, sir," said Mr. Flappertrap.
The boy muttered again, looking down and seeming embarrassed.
"Speak louder, sir," said another barrister, whose name I did not know, but who was remarkable for a most unequivocal obliquity of vision—"speak to his lordship—look at him—look as I do, sir."
"I can't," said the boy, "you squints!"
A laugh followed this bit of naïvete, which greatly abashed the counsellor, and somewhat puzzled the judge.
"What does he say?" said his lordship.