would,
even then, urge something in his behalf. Beyond these manifestations of anxiety,
he stirred not hand or foot. He had scarcely moved since the trial began; and
now that the judge ceased to speak, he still remained in the same strained
attitude of close attention, with his gaze bent on him, as though he listened
still.
    A slight bustle in the court, recalled him to himself. Looking round, he saw
that the jurymen had turned together, to consider of their verdict. As his eyes
wandered to the gallery, he could see the people rising above each other to see
his face: some hastily applying their glasses to their eyes: and others
whispering their neighbours with looks expressive of abhorrence. A few there
were, who seemed unmindful of him, and looked only to the jury, in impatient
wonder how they could delay. But in no one face - not even among the women, of
whom there were many there - could he read the faintest sympathy with himself,
or any feeling but one of all-absorbing interest that he should be condemned.
    As he saw all this in one bewildered glance, the death-like stillness came
again, and looking back, he saw that the jurymen had turned towards the judge.
Hush!
    They only sought permission to retire.
    He looked, wistfully, into their faces, one by one, when they passed out, as
though to see which way the greater number leant; but that was fruitless. The
jailer touched him on the shoulder. He followed mechanically to the end of the
dock, and sat down on a chair. The man pointed it out, or he would not have seen
it.
    He looked up into the gallery again. Some of the people were eating, and
some fanning themselves with handkerchiefs; for the crowded place was very hot.
There was one young man sketching his face in a little note-book. He wondered
whether it was like, and looked on when the artist broke his pencil-point, and
made another with his knife, as any idle spectator might have done.
    In the same way, when he turned his eyes towards the judge, his mind began
to busy itself with the fashion of his dress, and what it cost, and how he put
it on. There was an old fat gentleman on the bench, too, who had gone out, some
half an hour before, and now come back. He wondered within himself whether this
man had been to get his dinner, what he had had, and where he had had it; and
pursued this train