The Voice of Authority
The atmosphere in the Council Chamber was tense.
Throughout the sitting there had been prolonged and fiery exchanges between
the Provost and Senior Bailie. The authority of the Chair was being
repeatedly challenged by the loquacious Bailie, and tempers were rising.
At last the Provost could stand no more.
Pointing to the offender he thundered :
"See here Bailie Broun. Whit we want frae ye
is Silence! An damned little o that!"