NORTH.
What caricature?
BULLER.
Since you will force me to tell it, a caricature of——Yourself, sir. I saw him working away at it with a most wicked leer on his face, while you supposed he was taking notes. He held it up to me for a moment—clapped the boards together with the grin of a fiend—and then off to Cladick-Cloock—where he met with Nemesis.
NORTH.
Is that a true bill, Mr Seward?
SEWARD.
On my honour as a gentleman, and my skill as an artist, it is not. It is a most malignant misrepresentation——
BULLER.
It was indeed.