That's the judge's private door." "I beg pardon," she said, "and I will move, if you wish me.

But they are trying my husband for coining, and the court is too hot for the child.

If you will let me sit there, I will be sure to get out of the way when my lord comes past." The man looked at her as if it was a case somewhat out of his experience, and went away.

Soon, however, he came back again, and, after staring at her a short time, said,-- "Do you want anything, missis?
Anything I can get ?" "I am much obliged to you, nothing," she said; "but if you can tell me how the trial is going on, I shall be obliged to you." He shook his head and went away, and when he returned, telling her that the judge was summing up, he bade her follow him, and found her a place in a quiet part of the court.

She could see her husband and Maitland standing in the dock, quite close to her, and before them the judge was calmly, slowly, and distinctly giving the jury the history of the case from beginning to end.