Mr.Chesney felt aggrieved at the repeated interruption, and closed his speech without giving the audience the benefit of his peroration.
The Judge came next, and began with reminding his hearers that he was known as 'Satan Saunders.' An account of the origin of the name followed, and was enjoyed even by those who had listened to the Judge's oratory before, and therefore knew the story.

There was something piquant, almost _risque_, in the constant repetition of a really wicked word like 'Satan' in the halls of a nunnery.

The audience laughed reassuringly, and the Judge went on to supply fresh pabulum for mirth by suggesting that the Reverend Mother should clothe her nuns in their own tweeds.

He was probably right in supposing that the new costumes would add a gaiety to the religious life.

Other jests followed, and he sat down amid a flutter of applause after promising that when he next presided over the Winter Assizes in a draughty court-house he would send for a Robeen blanket and wrap his legs in it.
Mr.Clifford, who followed the Judge, began by wondering whether anyone present had ever been in Lancashire.