Silence! silence!" exclaimed the women, settling themselves comfortably on their benches, and preparing to resume their work.
"Rose Danville, the court is waiting to hear you," said the president, crossing his legs and leaning back luxuriously in his large armchair.
Amid all the noise and confusion of the last few minutes, Rose had stood ever in the same attitude, with that strangely fixed expression never altering on her face but once.

When her husband made his way to the side of the table and stood there prominently alone, her lips trembled a little, and a faint shade of color passed swiftly over her cheeks.

Even that slight change had vanished now--she was paler, stiller, more widely altered from her former self than ever, as she faced the president and said these words: "I wish to follow my brother's example and make my confession, as he has made his.

I would rather he had spoken for me; but he is too generous to say any words except such as he thinks may save me from sharing his punishment.

I refuse to be saved, unless he is saved with me.