In the dock?

"He’s a solicitor, need I say more?”

“So he’s going to be on my case? Are you putting me in the dock Mark?” Juliette couldn’t stifle a little giggle, breaking any tension.

“Of course not, he's from Cambridge, that’s all.”

Relief, Mark had done it. He'd given himself another chance to see the fascinatingly scary Juliette with someone who could make an objective assessment of her. Saturday it would be, and Jack and his fiancée Sarah would drive them; Jack driving there and Sarah back on the assumption that the lads would be sinking a few beers along the way.