Concern was the last emotion Lydia felt, or rather she felt no emotion at all. Her interest had suddenly collapsed, the game was over. She was aware that the air of the court room was close and that she felt inexpressibly tired, especially in her wrists. The judge wheeled toward the jury and drew in his chin until it seemed to rest upon his spinal column. "Gentlemen of the jury," he said, "we have now reached that stage in this trial when it is my duty to present the matter for your deliberation. You know that the law makes a distinction between the duty of the court and the duty of the jury. You are the judge and the only judge of the facts, but you must accept the law from the court. You must not consider whether or not you approve of the law; whether you could or could not make a better law." Lydia suppressed a yawn. "The tiresome old man," she thought. "He actually seems to enjoy saying all that." His Honor went on defining a reasonable doubt: "It is not a whim or a speculation or a surmise. It is a doubt founded on reason--on a reason which may be stated." Lydia thought, "Imagine drawing a salary for telling people that a reasonable doubt is a doubt founded on reason." She had not imagined that she would be bored at any moment of her own trial, but she was--bored beyond belief. "I must call your attention to Section 30 of the Penal Law, which says that whenever a crime is distinguished into degrees, the jury, if they convict, must find the degree of the crime of which the prisoner is guilty. Manslaughter is a crime distinguished into degrees--namely, the first and the second degree." Lydia thought that if by this time the jury did not know the distinction between the two they must be half-witted, but His Honor went on to define them: "In the first degree, when committed without design to effect death by a person committing or attempting to commit a misdemeanor." She thought that she knew that phrase now, as when she was a child she had known some of the rules of Latin grammar--verbs conjugated with _ad, ante, con, in, inter_--what did they do? How funny that she couldn't remember. Her eyes had again fixed themselves on the spot on the carpet so near O'Bannon's feet that she was aware of any movement on his part, and yet she was not looking at him. A fly came limply crawling into her vision, and her eyes followed it as it lit on O'Bannon's boot. She glanced up to where his hand was resting on his knee, and then wrenched her eyes away--back to the floor again.