_Counsel_. "This child Ridgwell, with the imagination worthy of Christian in the _Pilgrim's Progress_, states simply, and you have heard for yourselves how beautifully, that the Lion walked and talked with him; and as I have used the touching illustration of the Pilgrim's Progress, with which you are all familiar, I say this child is not alone in his belief that the Lion came to life. There are others to testify, others to write of it, among them a well-known Writer and Poet. This Lion has not been left without a Bunyan." _His Lordship_ (waking almost with a start). "No, no! ridiculous; you are mixing matters. All the Lion had was a swelling in the foot caused by a thorn--I know the fable well." _Counsel_. "My Lord, believe me, I spoke of a different matter." _His Lordship_. "Well, you must not really wander from the point, it makes it almost impossible for me to follow you, and if I cannot follow you I don't know where you will be." _Counsel_ (glibly). "I trust it is I who will always follow your Lordship, and be led, as it were, by your Lordship." _His Lordship_ (obviously highly pleased). "Very true, and very aptly expressed. Pray do not let me interrupt you." _Counsel_ (bowing). "Your Lordship's remarks are in themselves a Commentary, and worthy of all preservation." _His Lordship_ (almost playfully). "Exceedingly apt. But I must refuse to be prejudiced by your clever advocacy." _Counsel_. "And now we come to the touching and beautiful story of the Lord Mayor of London, the Right Worshipful" (with a rising inflexion of admiration in his voice), "who, after many years, had been knighted like Dick Whittington." _His Lordship_. "What has Dick Whittington and his Cat to do with the present Lord Mayor of London and the Lion?" _Counsel_. "Nothing, my Lord, save that----" _His Lordship_. "Then please omit it; we have had enough of the fairy tale element in this trial without the introduction of any fresh fairy stories or nursery rhymes whatever." _Counsel_ (continues blandly, as if unconscious of interruption). "The Right Worshipful knew, and had always known, that one Lion was different to the others. One only, the one present in Court, was intelligent, a companion; the other three were _deaf_." The Learned Counsel hoped the Gentlemen of the Jury "would not resemble those other three Lions by being deaf, deaf to the cause of justice, deaf to the interests of his client the Right Worshipful, deaf to those promptings of illuminating intelligence which had been especially vouchsafed to them as Jurymen, deaf to their duties as citizens in a strange world where there were to be found things even stranger than themselves." Thereupon the Learned Counsel sat down. The Jury were asked if they wished to put any questions before His Lordship summed up. One juryman, rising, wished to know where Trafalgar Square was, as he had never seen it. Consternation in Court. _His Lordship_. "Good gracious, where do you live?"