Mr. Stannard had gobbled his breakfast and he was suffering badly from nerves. Before counsel could speak his fate overcame him, and he was publicly shamed, as he had been sure would occur somehow. A vast hiccup caught him unawares, and a sound like twirp thundered through the court. He turned scarlet, and devoted his attention to repressing his diaphragm.
I laughed out loud so hard during this chapter. This book is delightful so far. I hope it continues this way.