"'Merciful God!' she cried. 'Has the dead returned to life? Am I awake or dreaming?'
"The Prisoner, with a wild scream: 'Emilia!'
"Emilia: 'It is his voice! Gerald! Gerald!'
"She rushed to the prisoner, and no attempt was made to restrain her. Throwing her arms round his neck she drew his head down to her breast. Convulsive sobs shook their frames.
"Counsel, solemnly: 'My Lord, the prisoner is this lady's husband, whom she has mourned as dead for nineteen years.'
"The Foreman of the Jury: 'My Lord, if anything was needed to prove the justice of our verdict, the proof is now supplied.'
"The Judge: 'You are discharged. The Court is adjourned. Remove the prisoner.'
"Counsel: 'My Lord, my Lord! May not this afflicted couple be allowed a few minutes' intercourse?'
"The Judge: 'I leave it to the discretion of the officers in charge of the prisoner.'
"Counsel: 'Direct them my lord. Say that it may be allowed.'