Queensberry had turned the defence into a prosecution.

Why had he taken the risk?
Who had given him the new and precise information?
I felt that there was nothing before Oscar but ruin absolute.

Could anything be done?
Even now he could go abroad--even now.

I resolved once more to try and induce him to fly.
My interest turned from these passionate imaginings to the actual.
Would Sir Edward Clarke fight the case as it should be fought?
He had begun to tell of the friendship between Oscar Wilde and Lord Alfred Douglas; the friendship too between Oscar Wilde and Lady Queensberry, who on her own petition had been divorced from the Marquis; would he go on to paint the terrible ill-feeling that existed between Lord Alfred Douglas and his father, and show how Oscar had been dragged into the bitter family squabble?
To the legal mind this had but little to do with the case.
We got, instead, a dry relation of the facts which have already been set forth in this history.

Wright, the porter of the Albemarle Club, was called to say that Lord Queensberry had handed him the card produced.