"He says he knows his catechism, my lord."
"Oh—does not know his catechism—why then, what—"
"Does know, my lord," whispered the lord mayor, who was in the chair.
"Oh—ah—does know—I know—here, boy," said his lordship, "you know your catechism, do you?"
"Yes," replied he, sullenly.
"We'll see, then—what is your name?" said his lordship.
"My name," said the intelligent lad—"what, in the catechism?"
"Yes, what is your name?"
"M. or N. as the case may be," said the boy.