Serjeant Birdbolt's face,
muttered something as to having seen more work done in that Court
than any other living lawyer, let his rank be what it might. When
the little affair was over, everybody felt that Sir Gregory had been
vanquished.
Mr. Ratler, and Laurence Fitzgibbon, and Mr. Monk, and Mr. Bouncer
were examined about the quarrel at the club, and proved that the
quarrel had been a very bitter quarrel. They all agreed that Mr.
Bonteen had been wrong, and that the prisoner had had cause for
anger. Of the three distinguished legislators and statesmen above
named Mr. Chaffanbrass refused to take the slightest notice. "I have
no question to put to you," he said to Mr. Ratler. "Of course there
was a quarrel. We all know that." But he did ask a question or two of
Mr. Bouncer. "You write books, I think, Mr. Bouncer?"
"I do," said Mr. Bouncer, with dignity. Now there was no peculiarity
in a witness to which Mr. Chaffanbrass was so much opposed as an
assumption of dignity.
"What sort of books, Mr. Bouncer?"
"I write novels," said Mr.
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