Pot. Upwards of a thousand.
J. F. H’m; a good meeting! How many were present at that meeting of the Socialist League where we were plotting to make the Queen take in washing?
Pot. Upwards of two hundred.
J. F. Lastly, when I told you in the public-house that we were two millions strong, were you drunk or sober?
Pot. Sober.
J. F. H’m! It’s a matter of opinion perhaps as to when a man is drunk. Was I sober?
Pot. No; drunk.
J. F. H’m! So I should think. That’ll do, Mr. Potlegoff; I won’t muddle your “Rent-of-Ability” any more. Good bye.
[Sergeant Sticktoit called.
Mr. H. Have you heard the prisoner speaking?