Instinct and impulse were working in another direction.

She had not committed her mind to either man, though her heart, to a point, was committed to Fairing.
On the day of the trial, however, she fell wholly under that influence which had swayed judge, jury, and public.

To her the verdict of the jury was not in favour of the prisoner at the bar--she did not think of him.
It was in favour of Charley Steele.
And so, indifferent as to who heard, over the heads of the people in front of her, to the accused's counsel inside the railings, she had called, softly: "Charley! Charley!" Now, in the house under the hill, they were face to face, and the end was at hand: the end of something and the beginning of something.
There was a few moments of casual conversation, in which Billy talked as much as anybody, and then Kathleen said: "What do you suppose was the man's motive for committing the murder ?" Charley looked at Kathleen steadily, curiously, through his monocle.

It was a singular compliment she paid him.

Her remark took no heed of the verdict of the jury.