He gave a quick glance around the court and turned towards the spot
where he had seen her on the previous day. Even then he realised that
all attention was turned from him to the judge, realised that everyone
waited with breathless interest for the next words that should fall
from his lips. But he could not see Mary. Again his eyes swept over
the crowded benches which held the spectators, but she was not there.
He wondered why. In a sense he was glad. At least she no longer
looked upon his ignominy and shame. And yet he felt the loss of her
presence. The day before she had cheered him in spite of himself,
strengthened him to bear the brunt of the battle; but now he was alone.
Again the judge spoke, and Paul listened to every word that passed his
lips. Like the other spectators, he was eager to know what would
follow.
"I cannot continue to sit in judgment upon the prisoner," went on the
judge; and every word was clearly enunciated. "And my reason for this
is all-sufficient--I cannot sit in judgment upon him because I have
learnt that he is my own son!"
Paul's heart gave a leap as he heard the words. It seemed to him as
though the atmosphere of the court changed as if by magic. There was
something electric in it, something that seemed to alter the whole
state of affairs and change the current of events. His heart beat with
a new hope and burned with a strange joy. He had not yet grasped what
it meant. He could not yet read the thoughts that were passing in the
judge's mind, but he felt their consequence, felt that, in spite of
everything, the sky was becoming brighter.
The effect on the court, as may be imagined, was tremendous. The
barristers sat in their seats open-mouthed. Never in all their
experience had they witnessed such an event. The jury seemed incapable
of moving, but many of the spectators, unable to restrain their
emotions, sobbed hysterically.
"I wish to say," went on the judge, "that I have had no communication
in any form with the prisoner, neither did he know of what was in my
mind as I came here to-day. I have not seen him during the trial
except in this court. Realising our relations as judge and prisoner
this was impossible. But no sooner did I learn of the relationship
which existed between us than I realised the impossibility of my
continuing to sit on this case."
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