Hampstead, as he uttered the last words, had shifted his blazing glance to Searle, who at first disconcerted and endeavoring to pull Miss Dounay back into her seat, now rose and turned toward the defendant, his own face aflame, and hot words poised upon his tongue. But Judge Brennan was rapping for silence. "Compose yourself, madam!" he ordered sternly. But before the minister’s accusing glance, Miss Dounay was already dropping back into her chair, and as if in dismay at her outbreak, buried her face in her hands, while Searle, quivering with fury, snarled out: "I resent, your Honor, with all my manhood, the epithet which this defendant has gratuitously and insultingly flung at me." "Be seated, Mr. Searle," commanded the judge. "Doctor Hampstead’s position is very distressing. He will withdraw the objectionable epithet." "I withdraw it," acknowledged the minister, recovering his poise; yet he said it doggedly and uncompromisingly, qualifying his withdrawal with: "But your Honor will take into account that the manner of the representative of the District Attorney has been offensive to me, though some of the time veiled by an exaggerated pretense of courtesy. It has seemed to me the manner of an accomplice of the complaining witness, and I withdraw the statement more out of respect to this Court than out of consideration for him." Searle glared, but resumed his seat, giving vent to his temper in a violent jerk of his chair as he dropped into it. "You may conclude your remarks," observed the Court to Hampstead. "There is nothing to add," replied the minister, after a reflective interval, "except to urge again that your Honor consider the grave consequences of yielding to a one-sided view of the case. I ask only that truth be honored and justice done!" With this the defendant sat down. Miss Dounay appeared to have regained her composure, but, white and still, her glance was now fixed as noticeably upon the face of the defendant as before she had markedly avoided it. With a hitch to his vest and a forward thrust of the chin, Searle rose to attack the plea of the defendant. "Your Honor may well ask with Pilate: ’What is truth?’" he began, the manner of his speech showing that while his self-control was admirable, his mood was that vindictive one into which many a prosecutor appears to work himself when arising to assail the cause of a defendant.