_Junior Members of the Junior Bar_ (_in very clean white wigs, with hauteur_). Thought you had orders to let Counsel in before the general public? There _ought_ to be some rule about that, if there isn't. _Doork._ So we do, Sir; but if this gentleman's a friend of Mr. TANFIELD's, and he _arsks_ me to admit him, why you see-- _Junior Junior_ (_witheringly_). The convenience of mere Members of the _Bar_ must give way, naturally! [_The inside Attendant returns with card, which the Doorkeeper unlocks the door to receive, and then shuts it to with a sharp click, like a wild-beast-tamer._ _Doork._ (_to the M.M., after perusing card by the dim light_). I _told_ you it wouldn't be no use, Sir. "Please wait," it says. [_General movement of virtuous satisfaction at this well-merited rebuke._ _The M.M._ (_wishing he had not put his trust in TANFIELD_). I--I _have_ waited--but it don't matter. (_Addressing First White Wig, from a timid social impulse_). The--er--Plaintiff made some remarkable admissions in the box yesterday--his cross-examination seemed pretty severe. _First White Wig_ (_after a stare at his audacity_). Cross-examination not unfrequently _is_. (_To the other W.W._) See that extraordinary decision of old JUBBER's in _Biling_ v. _Bulgin_? Of course they'll appeal! [_The couple converse in highly technical terms for some minutes._ _The M.M._ (_at the next pause_). It struck me that Colonel ARKASS rather contradicted himself on one or two points. _Second W.W._ Very likely. (_To First W.W._) What do _you_ do when you're before one of these confounded Common Law Judges, and see he's looking up a point of Equity in a text-book during your argument? Do you wait for him? _First W.W._ (_with all the decision of a Counsel who was called the Term before last_). Wait for him? No--go on talking about anything you like, till he's ready to listen to you again. That's what _I_ always do! _An Important Stranger_ (_bustling up; to Doorkeepers_). Here, I say, let _me_ in, will you! _Doork._ You a Witness in this case, Sir? _The Imp. S._ (_after a tell-tale pause_). Er--yes--in a sort of way, y'know. _Doork._ Then _your_ entrance is down below, Sir, in the Central 'All--you'll see it written up there. _The I.S._ Haw--well, I'm not _exactly_ a witness, but I'm interested in the case, y'know. _Doork._ So are all these Gentlemen, Sir--but they can't get in. _The I.S._ No--but look _here_. I _know_ the criminals--'tleast I don't mean to call 'em _that_, y'know--hope they're all innocent, I'm sure. I like 'em all; _danced_ with 'em, and all that, lots of times. _Doork._ Ah, well, you see they ain't dancin' to-day, Sir. (_The I.S. bustles away; there is a stir within; the portion of the crowd in Court that is visible through the glass-doors heaves convulsively, and presently produces a stout and struggling Q.C._). Make way there! Stand aside, gentlemen, please. Counsel coming out!