How had he divested himself of that familiar swaggering, bustling braggadocio?
Where had he got this look of the strong man about to run a race, this handsome face on which sat real dignity and real power?
Never was there a better court manner; the Justices, who had been anticipating an opportunity to demonstrate, at his expense, the exceeding dignity of the Supreme Court, could only admire and approve.

As for his speech, it was a straightway argument; not a superfluous or a sophomoric word, not an attempt at rhetoric.

His argument--There is the logic that is potent but answerable; there is the logic that is unanswerable, that gives no opportunity to any sane mind, however prejudiced by association with dispensers of luxurious hospitality, of vintage wines and dollar cigars, however enamored of fog-fighting and hair-splitting, to refuse the unqualified assent of conviction absolute.

That was the kind of argument Josh Craig made.

And the faces of the opposing lawyers, the questions the Justices asked him plainly showed that he had won.
After the first ten minutes, when the idea that Craig could be or ever had been laughable became itself absurd, Arkwright glanced uneasily, jealously at Margaret.