“Young man,” he said, “we have met before. I said so when you first came in. My memory is improving.”
Saton leaned forward.
“Some water, quick, and brandy,” Rochester cried.
“Be careful, judge,” he said.
“Be careful be d—d!” the judge answered. “Rochester, come here. God in Heaven!”
His left hand went suddenly to his throat. He almost tore away the collar and primly arranged tie. Rochester was by his side in a second, and saved him from falling. His face was white to the lips. A shriek from the women rang through the hall, and came echoing back again from the black rafters.
“Some water quick, and brandy,” Rochester cried, tearing open the shirt from the man he was supporting. “Send for a doctor, someone. Penarvon, you see to that. Let them take the motor. Keep those d—d women quiet!”