“How did he look?”
“He smiled slightly.”
“Ah, he smiled,” said Linton, growing pale; “he smiled! He can do that when he is most determined.”
“What avails all his determination now? No narrative of his can shake the testimony which the examination has confirmed. It was a masterstroke of yours, Mr. Linton, to think of supplying him with counsel.”
Linton smiled superciliously, as though he was accustomed to higher flights of treachery than this. “So then,” said he, at length, “you say the case is strong against him?”
“It could scarcely be stronger.”
“And the feeling—how is the feeling of the Court?”
“Variable, I should say; in the galleries, and among the fashionably dressed part of the assemblage, inclined somewhat in his favor.”
“How? Did not the charge of attempted bigamy tell against him with his fair allies?”
“Not so much as I had hoped.”