The wretched woman had looked pitiably at the judge. The judge looked unseeingly before him into the well of the court.
"At what point?" Traill had insisted.
"I don't know how to say it," she pleaded feebly.
"Then can I assist you? Would you have considered it wrong—having kissed you—for him to put his arms round you?"
"Yes, I think so."
"There is all the difference, then, in your mind between a man's kissing you and putting his arms round you. All the difference between right and wrong?"
"No, I suppose there isn't."
"Then you would not have considered that wrong?"
"No."
"Would you have considered it wrong to sit on his knee?"