"Good evenin', squire."
"All well at home, I trust, Mr. Tarbox."
"Oh yes," answered Tarbox, impatient to come to business. "I've come on law business."
"Indeed!"
"I want justice!" continued the farmer, slapping the table energetically, to the imminent hazard of a cup and saucer standing beside.
"If I can be of any service to you in my—ahem! judicial capacity, I of course should consider it my duty to help you."
"I want a warrant for the arrest of a brute."
"Ahem! my powers do not extend to the arrest of brutes. They are limited to human beings."
"You know what I mean—a brute on two legs, and mighty long ones, too."