"You need not answer
me," the unhappy man had said, "but do not come unless you are able
to tell me from your heart that you are sure of my innocence. There
is no person living who could comfort me by such assurance as you
could do." Mr. Monk had thought about it very much, but he had not
repeated his visit.
At a quarter past ten the Chief Justice was on the bench, with a
second judge to help him, and with lords and distinguished commoners
and great City magnates crowding the long seat between him and the
doorway; the Court was full, so that you would say that another
head could not be made to appear; and Phineas Finn, the member
for Tankerville, was in the dock. Barrington Erle, who was there
to see,--as one of the great ones, of course,--told the Duchess
of Omnium that night that Phineas was thin and pale, and in many
respects an altered man,--but handsomer than ever.
"He bore himself well?" asked the Duchess.
"Very well,--very well indeed. We were there for six hours, and he
maintained the same demeanour throughout.
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