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Any room nowadays must be the scene, for any father and any son are the dramatispersonae. We could pick them up in Mayfair, in Tooting, on the Veldt, in rectories or ingrocers' back parlours, dump them down on our toy stage and tell them to begin. It is agreat gathering to choose from, but our needs are small. Let the company shake hands, andall go away but two.The two who have remained (it is discovered on inquiry) are Mr. Torrance and his boy;so let us make use of them. Torrance did not linger in order to be chosen, he was anxious, like all of them, to be off; but we recognised him, and sternly signed to him to stay. Not thatwe knew him personally, but the fact is, we remembered him (we never forget a face) asthe legal person who reads out the names of the jury before the court opens, and whobrushes aside your reasons for wanting to be let off. It pleases our humour to tell Mr.Torrance that we cannot let him off.He does not look so formidable as when last we saw him, and this is perhaps owing toour no longer being hunched with others on those unfeeling benches. It is not because he iswithout a wig, for we saw him, on the occasion to which we are so guardedly referring, both in a wig and out of it; he passed behind a screen without it, and immediately (asquickly as we write) popped out in it, giving it a finishing touch rather like the butler'swriggle to his coat as he goes to the door. There are the two kinds of learned brothers, those who use the screen, and those who (so far as the jury knows) sleep in their wigs. Thelatter are the swells, and include the judges; whom, however, we have seen in the publicthoroughfares without their wigs, a horrible sight that has doubtless led many an onlookerto cri

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