Waymark noticed this, watched his face for a moment, and spoke with some earnestness.
"But it was in that only I misled you.

Do you believe me when I repeat that she and I were never anything but friends!" Julian looked up with a gleam of gratitude in his eyes.
"Yes, I believe you!" "And be sure of this," Waymark went on, "whether or not this accusation is true, it does not in the least affect the nobility of her character.
You and I are sufficiently honest, in the true sense of the word, to understand this." Waymark only saw Mr.Woodstock once or twice in the next fortnight, and very slight mention was made between them of the coming trial.

He himself was not to be involved in the case in any way; as a witness on Ida's side he could do no good, and probably would prejudice her yet more in the eyes of the jury.

It troubled him a little to find with what complete calmness he could await the result; often he said to himself that he must be sadly lacking in human sympathy.

Julian Casti, on the other hand, had passed into a state of miserable deadness; Waymark in vain tried to excite hope in him.