no desire; nothing
but a sort of dull resentment against everything. He turned back; shut
the door, and slipping between the heavy curtains and his open window,
stood looking out at the night. 'Full of misery!' he thought. 'Full of
d---d misery!'

II

Filing into the jury box next morning, Mr. Bosengate collided slightly
with a short juryman, whose square figure and square head of stiff
yellow-red hair he had only vaguely noticed the day before. The man
looked angry, and Mr. Bosengate thought: 'An ill-bred dog, that!'

He sat down quickly, and, to avoid further recognition of his fellows,
gazed in front of him. His appearance on Saturdays was always military,
by reason of the route march of his Volunteer Corps in the afternoon.
Gentleman Fox, who belonged to the corps too, was also looking square;
but that commercial traveller on his other side seemed more louche, and
as if surprised in immorality, than ever; only the proximity of Gentleman
Fox on the other side kept Mr. Bosengate from shrinking. Then he saw the
prisoner being brought in, shadowy and dark behind the brightness of his
buttons, and he experienced a sort of shock, this figure was so exactly
that which had several times started up in his mind. Somehow he had
expected a fresh sight of the fellow to dispel and disprove what had been
haunting him, had expected to find him just an outside phenomenon, not,
as it were, a part of his own life. And he gazed at the carven
immobility of the judge's face, trying to steady himself, as a drunken
man will, by looking at a light. The regimental doctor, unabashed by the
judge's comment on his absence the day before, gave his evidence like a
man who had better things to do, and the case for the prosecution was
forthwith rounded in by a little speech from counsel. The matter--he
said--was clear as daylight. Those who wore His Majesty's uniform,
charged with the responsibility and privilege of defending their country,
were no more entitled to desert their regiments by taking their own lives
than they were entitled to desert in any other way. He asked for a
conviction. Mr. Bosengate felt a sympathetic shuffle passing through all
feet; the judge was speaking:

"Prisoner, you can either go into the witness box and make your statement
on oath, in which case you may be cross-examined on it; or you can make
your statement there from the dock, in which case you will not be
cross-examined. Which do you elect to