The prisoner bowed and turned a shade paler.
"Do not tell mother that until she is better," he said to his attorney and passed out in the custody of the sheriff.
"And at the end of four years, what!" a lady was saying to the young prosecutor as the room slowly emptied.
"The brute!" was hurled after the judge by another, as his form vanished through the door.
"Shows that law is not for the poor alone—"
"Good things for social order and—"
"Well, yes, I'm rather disappointed; but of course a judge can't go behind the returns."
"Evidence all one way if—"
"Heavens, what a scene!"
"—my opinion no woman should ever be admitted to a court room except as a prisoner. It—"