to speak for her. But probably they'd send Him to the receiving
house as a person of unsound mind, or give Him worse punishment for
drunkenness and contempt of court.

His Worship looks up.

Mrs Johnson (from the dock): "Good morning, Mr Isaacs. How do you
do? You're looking very well this morning, Mr Isaacs."

His Worship (from the Bench): "Thank you, Mrs Johnson. I'm feeling
very well this, morning."

There's a pause, but there is no "laughter." The would-be satellites
don't know whom the laugh might be against. His Worship bends over
the papers again, and I can see that he is having trouble with that
quaintly humorous and kindly smile, or grin, of his. He has as hard
a job to control his smile and get it off his face as some magistrates
have to get a smile on to theirs. And there's a case coming by and
by that he'll have to look a bit serious over. However--

"Jane Johnson!"

Mrs Johnson is here present, and reminds the Sergeant that she is.

Then begins, or does begin in most courts, the same dreary old drone,
like the giving out of a hymn, of the same dreary old charge:

"You -- Are -- Charged -- With -- Being -- Drunk -- And -- Disorderly
-- In -- Such -- And -- Such -- A -- Street -- How -- Do -- You --
Plead -- Guilty -- Or -- Not -- Guilty?" But they are less orthodox