“Muzzle!” said the magistrate.

Muzzle was an undersized footman, with a long body and short legs.

“Muzzle!”

“Yes, your Worship.”

“Place a chair, and leave the room.”

“Yes, your Worship.”

“Now, ma’am, will you state your business?” said the magistrate.

“It is of a very painful kind, Sir,” said Miss Witherfield.