She did not see him; seemed, indeed, to see nothing.

The aspect of her standing there in the dock, her head bowed under intolerable shame, made a tumult within him.

Blind anger and scorn against all who surrounded her were his first emotions; there was something of martyrdom in her position; she, essentially so good and noble, to be dragged here before these narrow-natured slaves of an ignoble social order, in all probability to be condemned to miserable torment by men who had no shadow of understanding of her character and her circumstances.
Waymark was able, whilst in court, to make up his mind as to how he should act.

When he left he took his way northwards, having in view St.
John Street Road, and Mr.Woodstock's house.
When he had waited about half an hour, the old man appeared.

He gave his hand in silence.