After a time she mastered herself, and stole a glance at his grave face.
"You—I suppose you will be busy at the court again to-morrow?" she said.
"Yes." He turned to her in his quiet way. "It will be the last day in all probability."
"You think the verdict will be made known?"
"Yes."
She shivered a little. "And the sentence?"
"The sentence will probably not be disclosed till later."
She shivered again, and he reached forward and drew the window a little higher.
"I'm not cold," she said quickly. "Trevor, aren't you—just a little—sorry for him?"
"For whom?"