“Does he smile?”
“Why, of course he does.”
“Now,” said Harry, “upon your description of his smile a good deal may depend.”
“I object to this line of cross-examination,” said my mother.
“I consider the subject has been sufficiently thrashed already,” I added. Truly, I was sick of it.
“I shall throw up my brief, if I do not get an answer to my question.”
“I shall tell you by and by, Mr. Welstone.”
“By and by will not do.”
“Well, then, Mr. Melton’s smile is like a sunbeam. Are you satisfied now?”
“Mr. Hawthorne,” said Harry, turning to the M.P., “this is a very bad case.”