But she had lost a little of her courage.

Her expectation of clearing her brother at a word had left her, and with it the excitation of hope.

Yet she made a noble picture as she sat there, meeting, without a blush, but with an air of sweet humility impossible to describe, the curious, all-devouring glances of the multitude, some of them anxious to repeat the experience of the morning; some of them new to the court, to her, and the cause for which she stood.
Mr.Fox kept nobody waiting.

With a gentleness such as he seldom showed to any witness for the defence, he resumed his cross-examination by propounding the following question: "Miss Cumberland, in your account of the final interview you had with your sister, you alluded to a story you had once read together.

Will you tell us the name of this story ?" "It was called 'A Legend of Francis the First.' It was not a novel, but a little tale she found in some old magazine.