First W.W. (with all the decision of a Counsel who was called the Term before last). Wait for him? No—go on talking about anything you like, till he's ready to listen to you again. That's what I always do!
An Important Stranger (bustling up; to Doorkeepers). Here, I say, let me in, will you!
Doork. You a Witness in this case, Sir?
The Imp. S. (after a tell-tale pause). Er—yes—in a sort of way, y'know.
Doork. Then your entrance is down below, Sir, in the Central 'All—you'll see it written up there.
The I.S. Haw—well, I'm not exactly a witness, but I'm interested in the case, y'know.
Doork. So are all these Gentlemen, Sir—but they can't get in.
The I.S. No—but look here. I know the criminals—'tleast I don't mean to call 'em that, y'know—hope they're all innocent, I'm sure. I like 'em all; danced with 'em, and all that, lots of times.
Doork. Ah, well, you see they ain't dancin' to-day, Sir. (The I.S. bustles away; there is a stir within; the portion of the crowd in Court that is visible through the glass-doors heaves convulsively, and presently produces a stout and struggling Q.C.). Make way there! Stand aside, gentlemen, please. Counsel coming out!
[Q.C. comes out, puffing, followed by his Clerk and a Client.