_Mr. H_. My lord Tennyson, I wish to ask you a question. You say that
you couldn't understand their jokes: but could you understand them when
they were in earnest?

_Lord T_. No, I couldn't: I can't say I tried. I don't want to
understand Socialism: it doesn't belong to my time. [_Exit_.

_J. F_. I call Professor Tyndall.

[PROFESSOR TYNDALL _sworn_.

_J. F_. Professor Tyndall, have you seen me before?

_Pro. T_. Yes; I have seen you in a public-house, where I went to
collect the opinions of the lower orders against Mr. Gladstone.

_J. F_. Who was I with?

_Pro. T_. You were with a man whom I was told was a policeman in plain
clothes, and with some others that I assume to have been friends of
yours, as you winked at them and you and they were laughing together as
you talked to the policeman.

_J. F_. Do you see the policeman in Court?

_Pro. T_. Yes; there he is.

_J. F_. Was he drunk or sober?