“You must keep quiet, MʻBok Dalima,” said he, “or else you won’t be allowed to remain here.”
The poor sobbing woman buried her face in both her hands.
On all sides were heard murmurs of “The murderer’s wife! Poor woman!”
“Silence!” roared the usher.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
SETROSMITO’S TRIAL.
As soon as the commotion produced by that lamentable cry had subsided, Mr. Greveland began to question the prisoner.
“What is your name?” he asked.
The djaksa interpreted the question to the accused man in Javanese.