During that time Lady Violet went day after day to the Court and sat with her veil down all through the burning hours.

People looked at her curiously, questioning if there really had been any definite understanding between the two.

Did she really care for the man, or was it mere curiosity that drew her?
No one knew with any certainty.

She wrapped herself in her reserve like an all-enveloping garment, and even those who regarded themselves as her nearest friends knew naught of what she carried in her soul.
All through the trial she sat in utter immobility, sphinx-like, unapproachable, yet listening with tense attention to all that passed.
Field's handling of the case was a marvel of legal ingenuity.

There were many who were attracted to the trial by that alone.