Yes.

Just over the way,' repeats Mr Brass's gentleman, with a glance at the court.--'Alone, sir ?'--'I beg your pardon,' says Mr Swiveller, who has not caught the question--'Alone, sir ?' repeats Mr Brass's gentleman in a voice of thunder, 'did you dine alone?
Did you treat anybody, sir?
Come!'-- 'Oh yes, to be sure--yes, I did,' says Mr Swiveller with a smile.--'Have the goodness to banish a levity, sir, which is very ill-suited to the place in which you stand (though perhaps you have reason to be thankful that it's only that place),' says Mr Brass's gentleman, with a nod of the head, insinuating that the dock is Mr Swiveller's legitimate sphere of action; 'and attend to me.

You were waiting about here, yesterday, in expectation that this trial was coming on.

You dined over the way.
You treated somebody.

Now, was that somebody brother to the prisoner at the bar ?'--Mr Swiveller is proceeding to explain--'Yes or No, sir,' cries Mr Brass's gentleman--'But will you allow me--'-- 'Yes or No, sir'-- 'Yes it was, but--'-- 'Yes it was,' cries the gentleman, taking him up short.