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"Ha!" exclaimed the Viscount; "then I suppose you happened to notice me being knocked down?" "No, m'lud; ye see, I shut my eyes every time." "Every time, eh!" said his Lordship, with his whimsical smile. "Oh Loyalty, thy name is Milo! But hallo!" he broke off, "I believe you've been fighting again come here!" "Fightin', m'lud! What, me?"
"Now you are mixing them, Imp! tears in her eyes. Well?" "Why then I kicked him, m' lud, an' he turned round an' give me this 'ere." "And what was Sir Mortimer's friend like?" "A tall werry sleepy gentleman, wot smiled, m' lud." "Ha!" exclaimed the Viscount, starting; "and with a scar upon one cheek?" "Yes, m'lud." His Lordship frowned. "That would be Chichester," said he thoughtfully.
Yea, forsooth, it was all in his buttons as they winked slyly one to another as much as to say: "Aha! we don't know why his Lordship's nankeens are greened at the knees, not we! nor why the gent's lower lip is unduly swelled. Lord love your eyes and limbs, oh no!" "What, my imp of innocence!" exclaimed the Viscount. "Where have you sprung from?" "'Edge, m'lud."
COUNSEL: He is dead, m'lud. JUDGE: Deposition? COUNSEL: No, m'lud. JUDGE: Strike out his evidence. Call Mary Magdalene. COUNSEL: She is dead, m'lud. But I shall show that she told the disciples JUDGE: What she told the disciples is not evidence. COUNSEL: Well, m'lud, I shall give the statements of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. Matthew states very plainly that
JUDGE: But you don't mean to, say how long has this shadowy witness, Paul of Tarsus, been dead? COUNSEL: Not two thousand years, m'lud. JUDGE: Thousand years dead? Can you bring evidence to prove that he was ever alive? COUNSEL: Circumstantial, m'lud.
'Mon, mon, that's apt to be dangerous. 'Nah then! cried the Cockney, reaching for his temperature-chart, 'we'll open the mornink proper with the 'Ymn of 'Ate. In cise you don't know the piece, m'lud, you can read it off your temperacher-ticket. Steady now everybody got a full breath? Gow!
"Ah! and what might you have been doing in the hedge now?" "Think'n', m'lud." "And what were you thinking?" "I were think'n', m'lud, as the tall genelman here is a top-sawyer wi' 'is daddies, m'lud. I was." "Aha! so you've been watching, eh?" "Not watchin' oh no, m'lud; I just 'appened ter notice that's all, m'lud."
Have 'em well rubbed down, Milo," he broke off suddenly, as the bays were led off to the stables, "half a bucket of water apiece, no more, mind, and say, a dash of brandy!" "Werry good, m'lud!" This from Milo of Crotona, portentous of brow and stern of eye, as he overlooked the ostlers who were busily unbuckling straps and traces.
Martin, wiv blood on 'is mug and one peeper in mourning a-wrastling wiv two coves, and our 'ead groom, Standish, wiv another of 'em. Jest as we run up, down goes Mr. Martin, but afore they could maul 'im wiv their trotters, there's m'lud wiv 'is fists an' me wiv a pitchfork as 'appened to lie 'andy. And very lively it were, sir, for a minute or two.
"What's the matter with your face it's all swollen; there, your cheek?" "Swellin', m'lud; I don't feel no swellin'." "No, no; the other cheek." "Oh, this, m'lud. Oh, 'e done it, 'e did; but I weren't fightin'." "Who did it?" "S' Mortimer's friend, 'e done it, 'e did." "Sir Mortimer's friend?" "Ah, 'im, m'lud." "But, how in the world " "Wi' his fist, m'lud." "What for?" "'Cos I kicked 'im, I did."
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