Yet it was one of these questions, put by her own counsel, which caused the white-headed man to clap a sudden hand to his ear, and to incline that ear as though the answer could not come without some momentary hesitation or some change of tone.

Rachel had told sadly but firmly of her final quarrel with her husband, incidentally, but without embarrassment, revealing its cause.

A neighbor was dangerously ill, whom she had been going to nurse that night, when her husband met her at the door and forbade her to do so.
"Was this neighbor a young man ?" "Hardly more than a boy," said Rachel, "and as friendless as ourselves." "Was your husband jealous of him ?" "I had no idea of it until that night." "Did you find it out then ?" "I did, indeed!" "And where had your husband been spending the evening ?" "I had no idea of that either--until he told me he had been watching the house--and why!" Though the man was dead, she could not rid her voice of its scorn; and presently, with bowed head, she was repeating his last words to her.

A cold thrill ran through the court.
"And was that the last time you saw him alive ?" inquired counsel, his face lightening in ready apprehension of the thrill, and his assurance coming back to him on the spot, as though it were he who had insisted on putting his client in the box.
But to this there was no immediate answer; for it was here that the white-haired man raised his hand to his ear; and the event was exactly as he seemed to have anticipated.
"Was that the last time you saw your husband alive ?" repeated Rachel's counsel, in the winning accents and with the reassuring face that he could assume without an effort at his will.
"It was," said Rachel, after yet another moment's thought.
It was then that the white-headed man dropped his eyes for once; and for once the thin, hard lines of his mouth relaxed in a smile that seemed to epitomize all the evil that was in his face, and to give it forth in one sudden sour quintessence..