'And a very pretty witness YOU are!' Down sits Mr Brass's gentleman.

Kit's gentleman, not knowing how the matter really stands, is afraid to pursue the subject.

Richard Swiveller retires abashed.

Judge, jury and spectators have visions of his lounging about, with an ill-looking, large-whiskered, dissolute young fellow of six feet high.

The reality is, little Jacob, with the calves of his legs exposed to the open air, and himself tied up in a shawl.