19/28 Mr.Wilde had described his letter to Lord Alfred Douglas as a prose sonnet. He would read it again to the court, and he read both the letters. "Mr.Wilde says they are beautiful," he went on, "I call them an abominable piece of disgusting immorality." At this the Judge again shuffled his papers together and whispered in a quiet voice that the court would sit on the morrow, and left the room. One or two friends came towards him, but the majority held aloof, and in almost unbroken silence everyone slipped out of the court. Strange to say in my mind there was just a ray of hope. |