‘In normal circumstances, being presented with a tied vote, I would not hesitate to support the Law Lords in their earlier judgment, when they came down in favour by four votes to three, of Harry Clifton inheriting the Barrington title. Indeed, it would have been irresponsible of me not to do so. However, your lordships may not be aware that just after the division was called, Lord Harvey, the proposer of the motion, was taken ill, and therefore unable to cast his vote. None of us can be in any doubt which corridor he would have entered, ensuring that he would have won the day even if it was by the slimmest of margins, and the title would therefore have passed to his grandson Giles Barrington.
‘My lords, I am sure the House will agree that given these circumstances, my final judgment will require the wisdom of Solomon.’
Muffled ‘hear, hear’s could be heard from both sides of the House.
‘However, I have to tell the House,’ the Lord Chancellor continued, ‘that I have not yet decided which son I should cut in half, and which son I should restore to his birthright.’
A ripple of laughter followed these remarks, which helped break the tension in the chamber.
‘Therefore, my lords,’ he said, once he had again captured the attention of the whole House, ‘I will announce my judgment in the case of Barrington versus Clifton at ten o’clock this morning.’ He resumed his seat on the Woolsack without uttering another word. The chief usher banged his rod on the ground three times, but could barely be heard above the clamour.
‘House will reconvene at ten o’clock in the forenoon,’ he bellowed, ‘when the Lord Chancellor will deliver his judgment in the case of Barrington versus Clifton. House will rise!’
The Lord Chancellor rose from his place, bowed to the assembled gathering, and their lordships repaid the compliment.
The chief usher once again banged his rod three times on the ground.
‘House is adjourned!’