_Pro. T_. What, now?

_J. F_. No--then.

_Pro. T_. (_with decision_). Drunk.

_J. F_. Was I drunk?

_Pro. T_. What, now?

_J. F_. No--then; though you may tell me whether I'm drunk or not now,
if you like, and define drunkenness scientifically.

_Pro. T_. Well, you were so, so.

_J. F_. Thank you, Professor.

_Mr. H_. One question, Professor Tyndall. Did you hear what the
prisoner was saying to the policeman--who, by the way, was, I suspect,
only shamming drunkenness?

_J. F_. (_Aside_: He could carry a good deal, then.)

_Pro. T_. Yes, I heard him. He was boasting of the extent and power of
the Socialist organisation.

_Mr. H_. And did you believe it? did it surprise you?

_Pro. T_. It did not in the least surprise me: it seemed to me the
natural consequences of Gladstone's Home Rule Bill. As to believing it,