Mr. Bigwig, the eminent K.C., and his clerk.
In a County Court.—Judge (to Mr. Pettiphog, plaintiff’s solicitor). I really cannot see that you have proved the defendant’s means.
Mr. P. (excitedly, to defendant). No means! How did you get here, sir?
Defendant. I walked.
Mr. P. Where did you get the boots to walk in?
Defendant. I borrowed them.
Mr. P. (triumphantly). On what security, sir, on what security?
Defendant. On the fact that you had taken up the case against me.
[General merriment. No order.