Mr. P. (dryly). That is the only place (when not in the Witness-Box) suitable for women at the Old Bailey. I cannot imagine that they would go to that unhappy spot of their own free will.
Fem. (astonished). Not to see a Murder trial? Then you are evidently unaccustomed to ladies' society.
Mr. P. (severely). I do not meet ladies at the Old Bailey.
Fem. (bridling up). Indeed! But that is nothing to do with the matter of the overcrowding. Fancy, with our boasted civilisation—I was half stifled!
Mr. P. It is a pity, with our boasted civilisation, that you were not stifled—quite! (Severely.) You can go!
[The Female retires, with an expression worthy of her proper place—the Chamber of Horrors!
