“I hope not, sir,” was shouted, or rather bellowed out, by the witness in tones which almost shook the building, and would certainly have alarmed any timid or nervous person.
“How dare you speak in that way, sir?” demanded the counsel.
“Please, sir, I can’t speak no louder,” roared the perplexed witness, evidently thinking that fault was found with him for speaking too softly.
“Pray, have you been drinking this morning?” shouted the counsel, who had now thoroughly lost the last remnant of his temper.
“Yes, sir,” was the stentorian reply.
“And what have you been drinking?”
“Corfee, sir.”
“And what did you have in your coffee?”
“A spune, sir,” bawled the witness in his highest key amidst the roars of the court.