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plaintiff, with a toss of her head. " We used to see each other 

 too often for that ! " ^ 



" Oh, indeed ! " said Eonald quickly, " how often? — about, 

 you know ? " 



" Well, p'raps three or four times a week." 



" Oh, really ! what a whacker ! " bleated Binkie, in perfectly 

 audible tones. 



" Si — lence ! " roared the usher, as a titter ran through 

 the Court. 



" Will you undertake to swear that you have ever in 

 your life seen the defendant four times in any one week ? " 

 continued Eonald relentlessly. 



Miss Turnover didn't like this. Had she not been on 

 her oath (and therefore punishable for perjury) she would 

 have lied glibly enough ; but Mr. Poky-Snowsin had given 

 her a quiet hint on this subject, and the lady had been 

 inspired with a holy horror of the dock. Kemembering her 

 solicitor's parting advice as she had stepped into the witness- 

 box, she now, instead of answering the question, tried to pump 

 up some tears. 



" Halgy would never have so insulted a laidy ! " she gasped, 

 between her sobs. 



" I think perhaps this would be a favourable opportunity to 

 adjourn for luncheon," observed Mr. Justice Smotherum, who 

 always hated to be bored with tears. " At least," he added 

 hastily, as his clerk whispered something in his ear, "at least 

 — er — that is " 



" Yes, my Lord, he's opened two dozen already — on the 

 deep shell, my Lord," softly purred the clerk. 



" Er — I was just considering the convenience of Counsel, 



