She was every inch that.
"How did you first meet your present husband, Mrs.Leek ?" asked Mr.
Crepitude.
"Mrs.Farll, if you please," she cheerfully corrected him.
"Well, Mrs.Farll, then." "I must say," she remarked conversationally, "it seems queer you should be calling me Mrs.Leek, when they're paying you to prove that I'm Mrs.
Farll, Mr .-- --, excuse me, I forget your name." This nettled Crepitude, K.C.It nettled him, too, merely to see a witness standing in the box just as if she were standing in her kitchen talking to a tradesman at the door.

He was not accustomed to such a spectacle.

And though Alice was his own witness he was angry with her because he was angry with her husband.

He blushed.

Juniors behind him could watch the blush creeping like a tide round the back of his neck over his exceedingly white collar.
"If you'll be good enough to reply----" said he.
"I met my husband outside St.George's Hall, by appointment," said she.
"But before that.