The justice of the quorum, in the tone of a man who is employed in matters of police, and who is well acquainted with various shades of vagrancy, raised his voice, and asked, severely, for
"Master Ursus!"
The host, cap in hand, replied,—
"Your honour; he lives here."
"I know it," said the justice.
"No doubt, your honour."
"Tell him to come down."
"Your honour, he is not here."
"Where is he?"
"I do not know."