Mr. H. Capital, the witness says, my lord.
J. N. Well, doesn’t that mean the same thing? I tell you I’ve got it down accurately.
J. F. (who has been looking from one to the other with an amused
smile, now says as if he were thinking aloud:) Well, I am damned! what a set of fools!
J. N. What is that you said, sir? Have you no sense of decency, sir? Are you pleading, or are you not pleading? I have a great mind to have you removed.
J. F. (laughing). Oh, by all means remove me! I didn’t ask to be here. Only look here, I could set you right in three minutes if you only let me.
J. N. Do you want to ask the witness anything? If not, sir, hold your tongue, sir. No, sir; don’t speak, sir. I can see that you are meditating bullying me; let me advise you, sir, not to try it.
Mr. H. (to Pot.) Was that the only occasion on which you heard him speaking?
Pot. No; I have heard him speaking in Hyde Park and saying much the same thing, and calling Mr. Justice Nupkins a damned old fool!
J. N. (writing). “A damned old fool!” Anything else?