<h2 class="roman"><SPAN name="XXVIII" id="XXVIII"></SPAN>XXVIII</h2>
<p class="chaphead">Mankletow <span class="smcap">v.</span> Jabberjee. Notes taken by Mr Jabberjee in Court during the proceedings.</p>
<p class="clearpara"><p class="center"><i>Queen's Bench Court, No. ——,</i> <span class="smcap">10.20 a.m.</span></p>
<p><span class="smcap">The</span> eventful morn of my trial for Breach of Promise has at length
arrived, and I am resolved to jot down on the exterior of my brief such
tittles as take place. I have taken my seat in Court on one of the
benches reserved for long-robed juniors; in my immediate rear being my
solicitor, <span class="smcap">Sidney Smartle</span>, Esq., who will officiate as my Remembrancer
and Friend in Need.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_227" id="Page_227"></SPAN></span></p>
<div class="figcenter"><SPAN name='p227'></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/p227.jpg" width-obs="353" height-obs="700" alt="Fresh as a daisy, and fine as a carrot fresh scraped."> <p class="center"> <span class="caption">"FRESH AS A DAISY, AND FINE AS A CARROT FRESH SCRAPED."</span></p> </div>
<p>In the Great Hall below I had the pleasure to encounter Miss <span class="smcap">Jessimina</span>
and that worthy Madam her Mamma, being prepared to greet them with
effusive kindness, and assure them I was only a hostile in my
professional capacity. Whether they were struck with awe by the
unaccustomed majesty of my appearance in brand-new wig, bands, &c., in
which I am fresh as a daisy, and fine as a carrot fresh scraped, or
whether they simply did not recognise me in the disguisement of such
toggeries, I am not to decide—but they passed by without responding
visibly to my salutations.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_226" id="Page_226"></SPAN></span></p>
<p><span class="smcap">10.25.</span>—A stout, large Q.C., with luxuriant cheek-whiskers has just
entered the row in front. Mister <span class="smcap">Smartle</span> whispers to me that this is
<span class="smcap">Witherington</span>, whom I refused to engage, and who is now in opposition.</p>
<p>I have taken the undue liberty to pluck him by the sleeve and introduce
myself in straightforward English style to his honourable notice,
acquainting him that his unfortunate client had a very flimsy case, and
was not deserving of success, while myself was a meritorious Native
Neophyte, whose entire fortune was impaled on a stake, and urging him
not to show too windy a temper to such a shorn lamb as his petitioner.</p>
<p>However, he has declined rather peremptorily to lend me his ears, nor
can I induce his learned junior, who is my next neighbour, to show me
any fraternal kindness. My said solicitor is highly indignant at my
treatment, and warns me in an undertone that I am not to make any
further overtures to such stuck-up individuals.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">10.30.</span>—Hon'ble Mister Justice <span class="smcap">Honeygall</span> enters in highly dignified
fashion. He is of a bland, benignant, and intensely clean aspect, which
uplifts my downfallen heart, for it is obvious, from his benevolent and
smiling bow to myself that he already feels a paternal interest in my
achieving the conquest of my spurs.</p>
<p>The jury are taking the oath. Whether any of my co-contributors to
<i>Punch</i> are among them I cannot discover, since they do not vouchsafe
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_229" id="Page_229"></SPAN></span>
to encourage me by the freemasonry of even a surreptitious simper. But
this is perhaps occasioned by over prudence.</p>
<p>The learned junior on my right has risen, and in shockingly bald and
barren verbiage has stated the issues which are to be tried, and, being
evidently no Heaven-born orator, sits abruptly down, completely
gravelled for lack of a more copious vocabulary. A poor tongue-tied
devil of a chap whom I regard with pity!</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Witherington</span>, Q.C., is addressing the jury. He is not a tongue-tied, but
he speaks in a colloquial, commonplace sort of fashion which does not
shed a very brilliant lustre upon boasted British advocacy.</p>
<p>Though of an unromantic obesity, it appears from the excessive eulogies
he lavishes upon <span class="smcap">Jessimina</span> that he is already the tangled fly in the web
of her feminine enchantments. What a pity that such a prominent
barrister should be so unskilled in seeing through such a millstone as
the female heart!</p>
<p>He is persisting in making most incorrect and uncomplimentary allusions
to my undeserving self, which it is impossible that I am to suffer
without rising to repudiate with voluble indignation! However, though he
makes bitter complaints of my interruptions, he does me the honour to
refer to me as his friend, for which I thank him with a gratified
fervour, assuring him that I reciprocate his esteem.
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_230" id="Page_230"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>Hon'ble Judge has just tendered me the kindly and golden advice that,
unless I sit down and remain hermetically sealed, the case will
infallibly continue for ever and anon, and that I am not to advance my
interests by disregarding the customary etiquettes of the Bar.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">11.5.</span>—<span class="smcap">Jessimina</span> is giving her testimony. Indubitably she has greatly
improved in her physical appearance since I was a resident of
Porticobello House, and her habiliments are as fashionably ladylike (if
not more so) than Miss <span class="smcap">Wee-Wee's</span> own! Alack! that she should relate her
story with so many departures from ordinary veracity. Her pulchritude
and well-assumed timidity have captivated even the senile Judge, for,
after I have risen and vehemently contradicted her in various
unimportant details, he has actually barked at me that, unless I wait
until it is my turn to cross-examine he will take some very severe
measure with me at the rising of the Court! A pretty specimen of
judicial impartiality!</p>
<p><span class="smcap">1.30 p.m.</span>—The Court has risen for lunch at the conclusion of a rather
severe cross-examination by myself of the fair plaintiff, and, not being
oppressed by pangs of hunger, I have leisure to record the
result—which, owing to the partisanship of Hon'ble Bench, the
disgracefully complicated state of the laws of Evidence, and Miss
<span class="smcap">Jessimina's</span> ingenuity in returning entirely wrong answers to my
searching interrogatories,
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_231" id="Page_231"></SPAN></span> did not attain to the sanguine level of my
expectations.</p>
<p>For instance, when I asked her whether it was not the fact that I was
notoriously deficient in physical courageousness, she made the
unexpected reply that she had not observed it, and that I had frequently
described to her my daring achievements in sticking wild pigs and
shooting man-eating tigers.</p>
<p>Also she entirely refused to admit that the turquoise and gold ring I
had given her was not in token of our betrothal, but merely to
compensate her for not being invited as well as myself to a certain
fashionable dinner-party; and the Judge (interrupting in the most
unwarrantable manner) said that, as he did not understand that I
seriously denied the existence of an engagement to marry, he was unable
to perceive the bearings of my query.</p>
<p>Again, I reminded her of her mention of the gift of a china model of
Poet <span class="smcap">Shakspeare's</span> birthplace, and required her—on her oath—to answer
whether it had not been originally intended for another lady, and
whether, having accidentally seated myself upon it, I had not decided to
bestow the <i>disjecta membra</i> upon herself instead.</p>
<p>To which she replied, with artfully simulated emotion, that all she knew
was that I had assured her at the time that the said piece of china had
been expressly purchased for herself as a
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_232" id="Page_232"></SPAN></span> souvenir of my ardent
affection, and she had accepted it as such, and carefully restored it
with some patent cement.</p>
<p>Before this the Judge had asked me how I could expect the plaintiff to
know what was passing in the tortuous recesses of my own mind, and
informed her that she need not answer such a ridiculous question unless
she pleased. But she did please, and her answer was received with
applause, which, however, the Bench perceiving, though tardily, that I
was entitled to some protection, did declare in angry tones that it was
on no account to be permitted.</p>
<p>Next I inquired whether it was not true that she was of a flirtatious
disposition, and addicted to laugh and talk vivaciously with the
gentlemen-boarders, and whether I had not earnestly remonstrated with
her upon such conduct. Here <span class="smcap">Witherington</span>, Q.C., bounded on to his feet,
and protested that I was not entitled to put this question now, since I
had not dared to allege in my letters or pleadings that I had breached
my promise owing to any misconduct of plaintiff. But, instead of
submitting to such objection, <span class="smcap">Jessimina</span> answered in mellifluous accents
that she had never manifested more than ordinary civility towards any
gentleman-boarder, but that I had displayed passionate jealousy of them
all prior to my engagement—though never since, because she had never
afforded the slightest excuse for remonstrances.
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<p>Whereupon she was again flooded with tears, which stirred my heart with
tender commiseration; for her maidenly distress did only increase her
charms to infinity. And the Judge, feeling fatherly sympathy for myself,
observed very kindly that I had got my answer, which he hoped might do
me much good. For which good wish I thanked him gratefully; and the
Court was again dissolved in senseless cachinnations!</p>
<p>Next I cross-questioned her as to her refusal of my offer to marry on
the ground that I was already the husband of one infant wife, and
whether it was not the fact. She responded that I had referred her to Mr
<span class="smcap">Chuckerbutty Ram</span> for corroboration of my story, and that he had informed
her that my said wife was a <i>post mortem</i>.</p>
<p>Here I cleverly took the legal objection that what Mr <span class="smcap">Ram</span> said was not
evidence, and warned her to be careful, while the Hon'ble Judge partly
upheld my contention, remarking that it was evidence that a conversation
was held, but not of the truth of the facts stated in such conversation,
thereby showing clearly that he did not credit her story.</p>
<p>Upon the whole, I am confident that I have at least silenced the guns of
<span class="smcap">Witherington</span>, Q.C., for upon the conclusion of my cross-examination, he
admitted that he had no further questions to ask the plaintiff.
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<p>My solicitor says I shall have to buck myself up if I am to reduce the
damages to any reasonable amount, and that he had been desirous from the
first to brief <span class="smcap">Witherington</span>. But this is to croak like a raven, for the
cross-examining is, after all, of very minor importance compared to the
Gift of the Gab—in which I am notoriously <i>nulli secundus</i>.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">2.15 p.m.</span>—The Court has returned. <span class="smcap">Witherington's</span> Junior
has called <span class="smcap">Jessimina's</span> mother, whom I shall presently have the bounden but rather
painful duty to cross-examine sharply.</p>
<p>Already I experience serious sinkings in stomach department. <i>Sursum
corda!</i> I must buck it up.</p>
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