The Clerk stands in the inn porch calmly enjoying the September sunshine, and chatting with the landlord.

Two or three more magistrates drive up; presently the chairman strolls over on foot from his house, which is almost in the town, to the inn, and joins in the pleasant gossip going on there, of course in a private apartment.
Up in the justice-room the seedy Clerk's clerk is leaning out of the window and conversing with a man below who has come along with a barrow-load of vegetables from his allotment.

Some boys are spinning tops under the pillars.

On the stone steps that lead up to the hall a young mother sits nursing her infant; she is waiting to 'swear' the child.

In the room itself several gipsy-looking men and women lounge in a corner.