With difficulty he had dragged himself to the court, and his sufferings as he sat there were horribly evident on his white face.

Waymark met him just as Mr.Woodstock walked off; and the two went home together by omnibus, not speaking on the way.
"She will be convicted," was Julian's first utterance, when he had sat for a few minutes in Waymark's room, whilst Waymark himself paced up and down.

The latter turned, and saw that tears were on his friend's hollow cheeks.
"Did you sleep better last night ?" he asked.
"Good God, no! I never closed my eyes.

That's the third night without rest.

Waymark, get me an opiate of some kind, or I shall kill myself; and let me sleep here." "What will your wife say ?" "What do I care what she says!" cried Julian, with sudden excitement, his muscles quivering, and his cheeks flaming all at once.