What possible doubt would there be in the breast of anyone as to his guilt?
Why should he vex his own soul by making himself for a livelong day the gazing-stock for the multitude?
Why should he trouble all those wigged counsellors, when one word from him would set all at rest?
'Mr.Gitemthruet, I think I'll plead guilty,' said he.
'Plead what!' said Mr.Gitemthruet, turning round upon his client with a sharp, angry look.

It was the first time that his attorney had shown any sign of disgust, displeasure, or even disapprobation since he had taken Alaric's matter in hand.

'Plead what! Ah, you're joking, I know; upon my soul you gave me a start.' Alaric endeavoured to explain to him that he was not joking, nor in a mood to joke; but that he really thought the least vexatious course would be for him to plead guilty.
'Then I tell you it would be the most vexatious proceeding ever I heard of in all my practice.

But you are in my hands, Mr.Tudor, and you can't do it.

You have done me the honour to come to me, and now you must be ruled by me.