dy's----

[But the BALD CONSTABLE catches him by the sleeve.]

BALD CONSTABLE. SSSh!

MAGISTRATE. [Emphatically.] Now listen to me.

I 've nothing to do with what he may or may not have taken. Why did
you resist the police in the execution of their duty?

JONES. It war n't their duty to take my wife, a respectable woman,
that 'ad n't done nothing.

MAGISTRATE. But I say it was. What made you strike the officer a
blow?

JONES. Any man would a struck 'im a blow. I'd strike 'im again, I
would.

MAGISTRATE. You are not making your case any better by violence.
How do you suppose we could get on if everybody behaved like you?

JONES. [Leaning forward, earnestly.] Well, wot, about 'er; who's
to make up to 'er for this? Who's to give 'er back 'er good name?

MRS. JONES. Your Worship, it's the children that's preying on his
mind, because of course I 've lost my work. And I've had to find
another room owing to the scandal.

MAGISTRATE. Yes, yes, I know--but if he had n't acted like this
nobody would have suffered.

JONES. [Glaring round at JACK.] I 've done no worse than wot 'e
'as. Wot I want to know is wot 's goin' to be done to 'im.

[The BALD CONSTABLE again says "HSSh"]

ROPER. Mr. BARTHWICK wishes it known, your Worship, that
considering the poverty of the prisoners, he does not press the
charge as to the box. Perhaps your Worship would deal with the case
as one of disorder.

JONES. I don't want it smothered up, I want it all dealt with fair
--I want my rights----

MAGISTRATE. [Rapping his desk.] Now you have said all you have to
say, and you will be quiet.

[There is a silence; the MAGISTRATE bends over and parleys with
his CLERK.]

Yes, I think I may discharge the woman. [In a kindly voice he
addresses MRS. JONES, who stands unmoving with her hands crossed on
the rail.] It is very unfortunate for you that this man has behaved
as he has. It is not the consequences to him but the consequences
to you. You have been brought here twice, you have lost your work--
[He glares at JONES]--and this is what always happens. Now you may
go away, and I am very sorry it was necessary to bring you here at
all.

MRS. JONES. [Softly.] Thank you very much, your Worship.

[She leaves the dock, and looking back at JONES, twists her
fingers and is still.]

MAGISTRATE. Yes, yes, but I can't pass it over. Go away, there's a
good woman.

[MRS. JONES