His ironical smile merely irritated all concerned.

The thin, clean-shaven face of the prisoner grew more pinched and downcast, and he turned almost pleadingly towards the judge.

The judge pulled his long side-whiskers nervously, and looked over his glasses in severe annoyance, then hastily adjourned the sitting and left the bench, while the prisoner saw with dismay his lawyer leave the court-room with not even a glance towards him.
On the morning of the third day Charley Steele's face, for the first time, wore an expression which, by a stretch of imagination, might be called anxious.

He also took out his monocle frequently, rubbed it with his handkerchief, and screwed it in again, staring straight before him much of the time.

But twice he spoke to the prisoner in a low voice, and was hurriedly answered in French as crude as his own was perfect.