Suddenly a very little counsel with a terrific bass voice arises, fully inflated, in the back settlements of the fog, and says, "Will your lordship allow me? I appear for him. He is a cousin, several times removed. I am not at the moment prepared to inform the court in what exact remove he is a cousin, but he IS a cousin."
Leaving this address (delivered like a sepulchral message) ringing in the rafters of the roof, the very little counsel drops, and the fog knows him no more. Everybody looks for him. Nobody can see him.
"I will speak with both the young people," says the Chancellor anew, "and satisfy myself on the subject of their residing with their cousin. I will mention the matter to-morrow morning when I take my seat."

Suddenly a very little lawyer with a terrific bass voice arises in the fog, and says, "I appear for him. He is a distant cousin."
The very little counsel drops back into the fog. Everybody looks for him. Nobody can see him.
"I will speak with both the young people," says the Chancellor, "on the subject of their residing with their cousin. I will mention the matter tomorrow morning when I take my seat."
