"Yes, I was there for a little while this afternoon," he answered. "It's rather tame yet, they're still fussing over the jury."
"How is Jack bearing it?" she asked.
Her question seemed to depress Gilmore.
"Why do you care about how he takes it? I don't suppose he sees any fun in it,—he didn't look to me as if he did," he said slowly.
"But how did he seem to you?"
"Oh, he's got nerve enough, if that's what you mean!"
"Poor Jack!" she murmured softly.
"If you're curious, why don't you go take a look at poor Jack? He'll be there all right for the next few weeks," said the gambler, watching her narrowly.
"I'm afraid Marsh might object."
At this Gilmore threw back his head and laughed.