Pot. As she took it off the counter.
Mr. H. Yes, after she took it off the counter, in the street?
Pot. No, sir. ( Catching the Sergeant’s eye.) I mean yes, sir, and she wiped the mud off them; the sergeant saw her—and I saw her.
A Voice. Off it, you liar! ’twas the second loaf, the single loaf, the other liar said!
[ Confusion. The judge wakes up and splutters, and tries to say something; the Usher goes through the audience, but finds no one; Hungary spreads out his hands to the Jury, appealingly.
Mr. H. Yes, so it was in the street that you saw the loaves fall down?
Pot. Yes, sir; it was in the street that I saw it tumble down.
A Voice. You mean them, you fool! You haven’t got the story right yet!
[ Confusion again. The Judge sits up and stares like a man awaked from a nightmare, then calls out Officer! Officer! very loud. The Usher goes his errand again, and comes back bootless.
Mr. H. ( very blandly ). It was in the street that you saw the three loaves fall down?