Judge. My dear friend, I will do nothing that is unjust.
Prisoner (angrily). You'd better not, or you'll 'ear of it again!
Judge. I hope, I do hope that is not intended as a threat! My object is to treat you courteously, and even considerately, but, as I have already remarked, the Law is, in fact, the Law. Although I represent the London County Council to a very large extent, still I am a Member of the Bar, and, by virtue of my office, a gentleman. Under these circumstances, I shall only be doing my duty—painful as its performance may be—when I sentence you to be kept in penal servitude for seven years.
Prisoner (indignantly). What, seven years! Why, you——
[Scene closes in hurriedly upon a flood of language more forcible than polite. Curtain.
THE GRAND OLD PRINTER.
Several Reports have appeared in the Papers about the Printing of the New Home-Rule Bill by an Old Experienced Hand working in secret.