‘Let me see that,’ demands the Judge, rather sharply, and no wonder.  ’Why did you not produce it before?’

‘Aw, he be last year’s un; some of it be two years ago,’ is the reply.

Another long pause.  The Judge silently examines every page of the account-book two years old.  Suddenly he looks up.  ‘This receipt,’ he says, ’was given for an account rendered eighteen months ago.  Here in this older book are the entries corresponding with it.  The present claim is for a second series of articles which happened to come to the same amount, and the Defendant, finding that the receipt was not dated, has endeavoured to make it do duty for the two.’

‘I tould you so,’ interrupts the Plaintiff.  ’I tould you so, but you wouldn’t listen to I.’

The Judge continues that he is not sure he ought not to commit the Defendant, and then, with a gesture of weary disgust, throws down his pen and breaks off in the middle of his sentence to ask the High Bailiff if there are any other judgments out against the Defendant.  So many years’ experience of the drifts, subterfuges, paltry misrepresentations and suppressions—­all the mean and despicable side of poor humanity—­have indeed wearied him, but, at the same time, taught forbearance.  He hesitates to be angry, and delays to punish.  The people are poor, exceedingly poor.  The Defendant’s wife says she has eight children; they are ignorant, and, in short, cannot be, in equity, judged as others in better circumstances.  There are two other judgments against the Defendant, who is earning about 12s. a week, and the verdict is 1s. a month, first payment that day three weeks.

Then the solicitor for the Plaintiff in the ‘horse case’ rises and informs the Judge that the parties cannot settle it, and the case must proceed.  The Plaintiff and Defendant take their places, and some thirty witnesses file through the gangway to the witness-room to be out of Court.  The bailiffs light the gas as the gloom deepens, and the solicitor begins his opening speech.  The Judge has leant back in his chair, closed his eyes, and composed himself to listen.  By the time two witnesses have been examined the hour has arrived when the Judge can sit no longer.  He must leave, because on the morrow he has to hold a Court in another part of the county.  The important ‘horse case’ and the other causes must wait a month..  He sits to the very last moment, then hastily stuffs deeds, documents, papers of all descriptions into a portmanteau already overflowing, and rushes to his carriage.

He will go through much the same work to-morrow; combating the irritating misrepresentations, exposing suppressors, discovering the truth under a mountain of crass stupidity and wilful deceit.  Next day he will be again at work; and the same process will go on the following week.  In the month there are perhaps about five days—­exclusive of Sundays—­upon which he does not sit.  But those days are not