"Prisoner, stand up and look upon the jury," proceeded the clerk, addressing Sybil.
"Rise, my darling, rise!" said the heart-broken husband of the lady, as he helped her to her feet.
Sybil stood up, still leaning on his arm.
"Look on those men there!" whispered Lyon Berners.
"Where? Where?" inquired Sybil, in perplexity, for the court-room was but dimly lighted, and her brain was half dazed with horror.
"There, my darling, there!" muttered Lyon Berners, pointing to the jury.
"Prisoner, look upon the jury!" repeated the clerk.
Sybil turned her glazing eyes towards the group.
"Jurymen, look upon the prisoner!" continued the clerk.
They looked, and some among them must have seen that the doom they were about to pronounce in verdict could never be carried into effect.