Just at the moment when I feared the truth must come out, he hesitated and veered gradually away from this subject.

In his nervous pacings to and fro before the witness stand, his eye had rested for a moment on Arthur's, and with this result.

The situation was saved, but at a great loss to the defendant.
I began to cherish softened feelings towards Arthur Cumberland, from this moment.

Was it then, or later, that he began in his turn to cherish new and less hostile feelings towards myself?
He had hated me and vowed my death if I escaped the fate he could now dimly see opening out before himself; yet I could see that he was glad to see me slip from my tormentor's hands with my story unimpeached, and that he drew his breath more deeply and with much more evidence of freedom, now that my testimony had been thoroughly sifted and nothing had come to light implicating Carmel.

I even thought I caught a kindly gleam in his eye as it met mine at this critical juncture, and by its light I understood my man and what he hoped from me.