Behind us stood two or three Newgate warders, who took quite a benevolent interest in our case.

Over their heads was a gallery crammed with sympathisers, and many more were seated in the body of the court.

Mr.Wheeler occupied a seat just below me, in readiness to convey any messages or hand me anything I might require.
Between us and the judge were several rows of seats, all occupied by gentlemen in wigs, eager to follow such an unusual case as ours.

Sir Hardinge Giffard lounged back with a well-practised air of superiority to the legal small-fry around him, and near him sat Mr.Poland and Mr.
Lewis, who were also retained by the prosecution.

Justice North was huddled in a raised chair on the bench, and owing perhaps to the unfortunate structure of the article, it seemed as though he was being shot out every time he leaned forward.