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Judge Staveley, whose court had not been kept sitting to a late hour by any such eloquence as that of Mr. Furnival, had gone home before the business of the other court had closed. Augustus, who was his father's marshal, remained for his friend, and had made his way in among the crowd, so as to hear the end of the speech.
"Don't wait dinner for us," he had said to his father. "If you do you will be hating us all the time; and we shan't be there till between eight and nine."