Here, at the extreme right, a barrister--presumably the counsel for the prosecution--was already in his place and absorbed in the brief that lay on the desk before him.

Straight before us were the seats for the jury, rising one above the other, and at their side the witness-box.

Above us on the right was the judge's seat, and immediately below it a structure somewhat resembling a large pew or a counting-house desk, surmounted by a brass rail, in which a person in a grey wig--the clerk of the court--was mending a quill pen.

On our left rose the dock--suggestively large and roomy--enclosed at the sides with high glazed frames; and above it, near the ceiling, was the spectators' gallery.
"What a hideous place!" exclaimed Juliet, who separated me from Mrs.
Hornby.

"And how sordid and dirty everything looks!" "Yes," I answered.