He had entered the court-room as James Gathorne Kerry, and he was leaving it as Shiel Crozier; and somehow James Gathorne Kerry had always been to himself a different man from Shiel Crozier, with different views, different feelings, if not different characteristics.
He saw faces turned to him, a few with intense curiosity, fewer still with a little furtiveness, some with amusement, and many with unmistakable approval; for one thing was clear, if his own evidence was correct: he was the son of a baronet, he was heir-presumptive to a baronetcy, and he had scored off Augustus Burlingame in a way which delighted a naturally humorous people.

He noted, however, that the nod which Studd Bradley, the financier, gave him had in it an enigmatic something which puzzled him.

Surely Bradley could not be prejudiced against him because of the evidence he had given.

There was nothing criminal in living under an assumed name, which, anyhow, was his own name in three-fourths of it, and in the other part was the name of the county where he was born.
"Divils me own, I told you he was up among the dukes," said Malachi Deely to John Sibley as they came out.

"And he's from me own county, and I know the name well enough; an' a damn good name it is.