"MEAT! MEAT!"
H-rc-urt. "NOW LOOK 'ERE—YOU JUST WAIT YOUR TURNS—OR YOU'LL NONE OF YOU GET NOTHINK!"
COY CLIENTS.
In the new Commercial Court. A thin sprinkling of Juniors, one or two Q.C.'s, Ushers, and the usual contingent of people from the street who are glad of shelter and a seat, and who do not even pretend to take any interest in the proceedings.
The Judge. Odd, that the mercantile community does not even now seem attracted to this Court. You are sure, Mr. Redbagge, that the inducements which we offer to litigants are widely known?
Mr. Redbagge, Q.C. The officer of the Court tells me, m'lud, that he has sent round circulars to every mercantile establishment in the City.