"Oh, yes; I saw her in her prison cell, behind an iron grating, as if she were some undoubted criminal," replied Stafford, bitterly.
"How does she bear this blow?"
Oh, when one is talking to her, she is calm, and proud, and scornful enough; but, as she lifted her head when I first went in, there was such fixed, utter anguish and despair in her eyes, that I hope I may never see the like again."
"Poor Sibyl! When does this trial take place?"
"Next week. It seems there are not many cases occupying the court now; and hers occurs among the first, at the special request of her friends."
"Have they engaged counsel?"
"Yes, Mr. P——, the best lawyer in the State."
"And her brother and Drummond, how do they bear this?"
"Oh, Captain Campbell swears, and threatens, and looks as much like a maniac as any one I ever want to see. Mr. Drummond is calm; but there is something in his very calmness more indicative of grief than all Guy's more violent sorrow. They have engaged lodgings at Westport, and will remain there until after the trial."
"Is there any doubt, any fear, about the issue?"