Pot. Capital, my lord.
J. N. I see; ( writing ). The last dweller in the metropolis.
Pot. Capital, my lord.
J. N. Yes, exactly; that’s just what I’ve written—this metropolis.
Pot. He said capital, my lord.
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.