“This is no place for conversation,”
he said; and the greater part of them had evidently no disposition or
capacity for that art. I believe they were men and boys whose utmost
mental effort sufficed to let their mouths hang open in the absorption
of the performance, and was by no means equal to comment upon it.
I fancied that they came there, day after day, the year round, and
enjoyed themselves in their poor way, realizing many of the situations
presented by experience of like predicaments, more than by sympathy or
an effort of the imagination.
I had taken my place among them next the door, so that if my courage
failed me at any time I could go out without disturbing the others.
One need not be a very proud man to object to classing himself with
them, and there were moments when I doubted if I could stand my
fellow-spectators much longer; but these accesses of arrogance passed,
as I watched the preparations for the play with the interest of a
novice. There were already half a dozen policemen seated at the tables
in semicircle, and chatting pleasantly together; and their number was
constantly increased by new arrivals, who, as they came in, put their
round-topped straw hats on one end of the semicircle, and sat down to
fill out certain printed forms, which I suppose related to the arrests
they had made, for they were presently handed to the clerk, who used
them in calling up the cases. A little apart from the policemen was
a group of young men, whom I took to be the gentlemen of the bar;
among them, rather more dapper than the rest, was a colored lawyer,
who afterwards, by an irony of Nemesis, appeared for some desperate
and luckless defendants of the white race and of Irish accent. By and
by two or three desks, placed conveniently for seeing and hearing
everything against the railing on the clerk’s right, were occupied
by reporters, unmistakable with their pencil and paper. Looking from
them I saw that the judge’s chair was now filled by a quiet-looking
gentleman, who seemed, behind his spectacles, to be communing with
himself in a sad and bored anticipation. At times he leaned forward and
spoke with the clerk or one of the gentlemen of the bar, and then fell
back in sober meditation.
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