r," and
Cashel's fate sealed for good or evil; but then Jones would have
hastened back to bring the tidings! There could not be a doubt on this
head. Urged onward to greater speed by emotions which now were scarcely
supportable, he traversed street after street in frantic haste; when
suddenly, on turning a corner, he came in front of a large building,
from whose windows, dimmed by steam, a great blaze of light issued, and
fell in long columns upon the "Square" in front. A dense, dark mass
of human figures crowded the wide doorway, but they were silent and
motionless all. Within the court, too, the stillness was unbroken; for
as Linton listened he could now hear a cough, which resounded through
the building.

"The jury are in deliberation," thought he, and sat down upon the step
of a door, his eyes riveted upon the court-house, and his heart beating
so that he could count its strokes. Not far from him, as he sat there,
scarcely a hundred paces off, within the building, there sat another
man, waiting with a high throbbing heart for that word to be uttered
which should either open the door of his prison, or close that of the
grave upon him forever. The moments of expectancy were terrible to both!
they were life-long agonies distilled to seconds; and he who could live
through their pains must come forth from the trial a changed man forever
after.

CHAPTER XXXI. "NOT GUILTY"

Free to go forth once more, but oh, How changed!

Harold.

A slight movement in the crowd near the door--a kind of waving motion
like the quiet surging of the sea--seemed to-indicate some commotion
within the court; and although Linton saw this, and judged it rightly,
as the evidence of something eventful about to happen, he sat still
to await the result with the dogged firmness with which he would have
awaited death itself.

As we are less interested spectators of the scene, let us press our
way through the tired and exhausted crowd that fill the body of the
building. And now we stand beneath the gallery, and immediately behind
a group of about half a dozen, whose dress and demeanor at once proclaim
them of the world of fashion. These are Lord Charles Frobisher and his
friends, who, with memorandum-books and timepieces before them, sit in
eager anxiety, for they have wagers on everything: on the verdict--how
the judge will charge--if the prisoner will confess--if he will
attempt a defence; and even the length of time the jury