The question put to the prisoner was: Did he or did he not plead guilty?
"I plead guilty, sir," said Frank, without a tremor.
He had been two full days in the cells by now, and it had not improved his appearance.

He was still deeply sunburned, but he was a little pale under the eyes, and he was unshaven.

He had also deliberately rumpled his hair and pulled his clothes to make them look as untidy as possible.
He answered in a low voice, so as to attract as little attention as possible.

He had given one quick look at the magistrates as he came in, to make sure he had never met them out shooting or at dinner-parties, and he had been deeply relieved to find them total strangers.
"You plead guilty, eh ?" said the General.
Frank nodded.
"Well, well! let's hear the whole story.

Where is the complainant ?" A rather pale and awe-stricken child appeared somewhere in a little box opposite Frank, with a virtuous mother in black silk behind her.