'Sir George!' he screamed.

'My dear Sir George! Honoured sir, believe me I am innocent of any ill-meaning.' 'Tut-tut!' said Sir George, who might have just stepped out of his dressing-closet instead of his carriage, so perfect was his array, from the ruffles that fell gracefully over his wrists to the cravat that supported his chin.

'Tut-tut! Lord, man, what is the meaning of this ?' 'We are going to see,' the landlord answered drily, forestalling the lawyer's reply.

'I have sent for the constable, Sir George.' 'But, Sir George, you'll speak for us ?' Mr.Fishwick cried piteously, cutting the other short in his turn.

'You will speak for us?
You know me.