"In reference," proceeds the Chancellor, "still on Jarndyce and Jarndyce, to the young girl——."
"Begludship's pardon—boy," says Mr. Tangle, prematurely.
"In reference," proceeds the Chancellor, with extra distinctness, "to the young girl and boy, the two young people."
(Mr. Tangle crushed.)
"Whom I directed to be in attendance to-day, and who are now in my private room, I will see them and satisfy myself as to the expediency of making the order for their residing with their uncle."
Mr. Tangle on his legs again.
"Begludship's pardon—dead."
"With their," Chancellor looking through his double eye-glass at the papers on his desk, "grandfather."
"Begludship's pardon—victim of rash action—brains."
Suddenly a very little counsel, with a terrific bass voice, arises, fully inflated, in the back settlements of the fog, and says, "Will your lordship allow me? I appear for him. He is a cousin, several times removed. I am not at the moment prepared to inform the Court in what exact remove he is a cousin; but he is a cousin."