A few commonplace motions were made and discharged. A somewhat wearisome
argument followed on a motion for a new trial, and the benches of the
Bar gradually grew thinner and thinner, as the interest of the scene
wore off, and as each in turn had scanned, and, after his own fashion,
interpreted, the old Judge's powers of mind and body; when suddenly,
and as it were without ostensible cause, the court began to fill,--bench
after bench was occupied, till at last even all the standing-space was
crowded; and when the massive curtain moved aside, vast numbers were
seen without, eagerly trying to enter. At first the Chief Baron appeared
not to notice the change, but his sharp eye no sooner detected it than
he followed with his glance the directed gaze of the crowd, and saw
it fixed on the gallery, opposite the jury-box, now occupied by a
well-dressed company, in the midst of whom, conspicuous above all, sat
Lady Lendrick. So well known were the relations that subsisted between
himself and his wife, such publicity had been given to their hates and
quarrels, that her presence here was regarded as a measure of shameless
indelicacy. In the very defiant look, too, that she bestowed on the body
of the court she seemed to accept the imputation, and to dare it.
Leisurely and calmly did she scan the old man's features through her
double eyeglass, while from time to time, with a simpering smile, she
would whisper some words to the lady at her side,--words it was not
needful to overhear, they were so palpably words of critical comment
upon him she gazed at.
So engrossed was attention by the indecency of this intrusion, which had
not even the shallow pretext of an interesting cause to qualify it, that
it was only after a considerable time it was perceived that the lady who
sat next Lady Lendrick was exceedingly beautiful. If no longer in her
first youth, there were traits of loveliness in her perfectly formed
features which even years respect; and in the depth of her orbits and
the sculptural elegance of her nostrils and her mouth, there was all
that beauty we love to call Greek, but in which no classic model ever
could compete with the daughters of England.
Her complexion was of exceeding delicacy, as was the half-warm tint of
her light-brown hair. But it was when she smiled that the captivation
of her beauty became perfect; and it seemed as though each and all there
appropriated that radiant favor to himself, and felt his heart bound
with a sort of ecstasy. It had been rumored in the morning through the
hall that the Chief Baron, at the rising of the Court, would deliver a
short reply to the address of the Bar; and now, as the last motion was
being disposed of, the appearance of eager expectation and curiosity
became conspicuous on every side.
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