"Splendid!" cried Bernadette, clapping her hands, her eyes all sparkling. "Arthur, you shall defend me, the first time I'm in trouble. Only I think I shall plead guilty, and throw myself on the mercy of his lordship." "You'd get none from me, you baggage!" said Sir Christopher, who was wondering how the deuce any young fellow could resist her. "Call witnesses to character, anyhow. We'd all come," laughed Norton Ward. "You'd all come as witnesses to my character?" Her laugh came low but rich, hearty, charged with malicious enjoyment. "I wonder if you would!" "Witnesses to character don't help the prisoner very much, and in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred convict themselves--of stupidity, which they invite the Judge to share. What they really come to say is 'We've made a mistake about this fellow all these years. He's been too clever for us!' Why should that help him? I'm very careful about letting that sort of thing interfere with my sentences." "But oughtn't the prisoner to get a reward for past good character, Sir Christopher? Because it may not have been a case of deceiving his friends. He may have changed himself." "Well, it's the changed man I'm sentencing. Why shouldn't he get it hot?" "I shall not throw myself on the mercy of this particular lordship," said Bernadette. "He hasn't got any, that's obvious." "No, you'd better get out of my jurisdiction." "That would be the best thing to do, I think--get out of the jurisdiction." She rose with a laugh. "Also I'm going to get out of this church-going frock and into something cool and comfortable for lunch." Before she went, she had a last word for Sir Christopher. "The prisoner may have deceived himself as well as his friends, mayn't he? And he may surprise himself in the end just as much as he surprises them. Come along, Arthur, and help me to make some hock-cup before I change--Barber's no good at it." The Judge looked after her as she walked away, attended by Arthur. "That was rather an acute remark of hers," he said. "Yes, I wonder what made her say it!" Esther was looking puzzled and thoughtful again. "Oh, come, we all of us make intelligent general observations at times, Esther." "I don't think Bernadette's much given to general observations, though." "Anyhow it's good to see her in such spirits," said Norton Ward. "Rather surprising too, since you're talking of surprises. Because between ourselves--and now that the family's out of hearing--I may say that our host is even unusually poor company just now." "As Bernadette's very little in his company, that doesn't so much matter." "Esther, my dear, you sound rather tart," said Sir Christopher. "Come and drink the hock-cup; it'll make you more mellow."