“Do you find that the respondent has been guilty or not guilty of misconduct with the co-respondent, Hadi Bey?” said the clerk of the court.
“We find that the respondent has not been guilty of misconduct with Hadi Bey.”
After a slight pause, speaking in a louder voice than before, the clerk of the court said:
“Do you find that the respondent has been guilty or not guilty of misconduct with the co-respondent, Aristide Dumeny?”
“We find that the respondent has not been guilty of misconduct with Aristide Dumeny.”
Dion saw the Judge frown.
Slight applause broke out in the court, but it was fitful and uncertain and almost immediately died away.
Mrs. Chetwinde said in a low voice, almost as if to herself:
“Cynthia has got what she wants—again.”
Then, after the formalities, the crowd was in movement; the weary and excited people, their curiosity satisfied at last, began to melt away; the young barristers hurried out, eagerly discussing the rights and wrongs of the case; and Mrs. Clarke’s adherents made their way to her to offer her their congratulations.