“Now, Sir,” said Mr. Skimpin, “have the goodness to let his Lordship know what your name is, will you?” and Mr. Skimpin inclined his head on one side to listen with great sharpness to the answer, and glanced at the jury meanwhile, as if to imply that he rather expected Mr. Winkle’s natural taste for perjury would induce him to give some name which did not belong to him.

“Winkle,” replied the witness.

“What’s your Christian name, Sir?” angrily inquired the little judge.

“Nathaniel, Sir.”

“Daniel⁠—any other name?”

“Nathaniel, sir⁠—my Lord, I mean.”

“Nathaniel Daniel, or Daniel Nathaniel?”