_Counsel_ (desperately). "Not the Lion this time, my Lord, but the Lord Mayor. Did you consider that the Lord Mayor was sober when he gave you this money?" _Cissie_. "Lor bless yer, yes, as sober as his Honour there the blessed Judge himself." _Judge_ (with complexion rapidly changing from pink to crimson). "Do not refer to me again in such a way. It is most improper." _Cissie_ (obligingly). "Very well, my dear." _Judge_ (very annoyed). "Do not address me as my dear, do not address me at all, direct your remarks to Counsel, please." _Cissie_ (tossing her head). "Wot o'! now we shan't be long." _Counsel_ (soothingly). "No, Mrs. Laurie, as you observe, we shall not be long now. Will you kindly tell me where you met the Lord Mayor, previous to your meeting with him in Trafalgar Square?" _Cissie_. "Yes, I first met him in a Pantomime." _Counsel_. "In a Pantomime; very good." _Cissie_. "Yus, I was playing Principal Boy, dressed in a green velvet jacket, green ostrich plumes in my 'air, and a pink pair of silk tights. Oh, you should just 'ave seen the pink silk tights, bran new ones." _Counsel_ (hastily). "Thank you, that is sufficient; a detailed description of the costume you wore is immaterial to the case." _Cissie_. "Oh, is it? then I don't see the object of my being dragged 'ere if I ain't to describe my costume." _Counsel_. "That will do, thank you, Mrs. Laurie; stand down." _Cissie_. "Dragging me all the way 'ere, when the lodgers ain't got their dinners yet; fish to fry for the first floor, and the second back wanting macaroni with their stew, because they're I'talians." _Counsel_. "That's enough, Mrs. Laurie." _Cissie_ (still talking as she prepares to depart). "Oh, is it enough, Mister Grey-Wig? Well, I call it a darned sight too much." (Cissie here being persuaded out by an usher of the Court). "So the next time you wants me to leave my work in the middle of the day you can fish for me, same as the lodgers will 'ave to fish for their darned dinner this blessed----" (door of the Court closes upon Cissie, rendering further remarks inaudible). _Judge_. "A most garrulous woman." Here Mr. Dreadful, K.C., rose with an evil smile of triumph, that is to say, it was a cross between a legal smile and a snarl. Mr. Dreadful, K.C.'s utterances rather suggested the muffled discharging of pom-poms. Whenever he opened his mouth it was succeeded by an explosion of words, then a whistle by way of taking breath, another explosion succeeded by more whistles. Mr. Dreadful announced that before placing his client in the witness-box, he would state that all his client, the defendant's, written words were true in substance and in fact.