They seemed, from their transparency and firmness, like some wondrous imagination of the artist's chisel, in which the marble, fancying itself human, had begun to breathe.

The eye was calm and bright--the mouth, the feature round which danger loves to play, though easy, motionless, and with lips apart, had about it an air of immobility and quiet scorn, which was not the effect of muscular action, but of nature in repose.

And in his whole appearance, features, attitude and look, there was a conscious pride and superiority over his opponents, which, though unpresuming and urbane, seemed to speak louder than words--"I am the victor here to-day." He saluted quietly those friends about the dock he had not that day seen, conversing with one or two, and bowing to those at a distance.

He then directed his eyes to the court.
After some preliminary forms, Baron Lefroy commenced operations, by stating that he had called the case the first that morning, in order to give time for any application to be made in court by, or on behalf of, the prisoner of the crown.
Again there was a silence of some minutes.

The judges looked at each other inquiringly.