’We are a little timid, I think, here in the eastern counties,—­a little wanting in self-confidence.  An advocate in the north of England has a finer scope, because the people like to move counter to authority.  A Lancashire jury will generally be unwilling to do what a judge tells them.  And then Judge Bramber has a peculiar way of telling a jury.  If he has a strong opinion of his own he never leaves the jury in doubt about it.  Some judges are—­what I call flabby, Mr. Caldigate.  They are a little afraid of responsibility, and leave the jury and the counsel to fight it out among them.  Sir John did it very well, no doubt;—­very well.  He made the best he could of that postage stamp, though I don’t know that it will go for much.  The point most in our favour is that those Australians are a rough lot to look at.  The woman has been drinking, and has lost her good looks,—­so that the jurymen won’t be soft about her.’  Caldigate, when he heard this, thought of Euphemia Smith on board the Goldfinder, when she certainly did not drink, when her personal appearance was certainly such as might touch the heart of any juryman.  Gold and drink together had so changed the woman that he could hardly persuade himself that she was that forlorn attractive female whom he had once so nearly loved.

Before he went to bed, Caldigate wrote to his wife as he had done also on the preceding evening.  ’There is to be another long, tedious, terrible day, and then it may be that I shall be able to write no more.  For your sake, almost more than for my own, I am longing for it to be over.  It would be vain for me to attempt to tell you all that took place.  I do not dare to give you hope which I know may be fallacious.  And yet I feel my own heart somewhat higher than it was when I wrote last night.’  Then he did tell her something of what had taken place, speaking in high praise of Sir John Joram.  ’And now my own, own wife, my real wife, my beloved one, I have to call you so, perhaps for the last time for years.  If these men shall choose to think that I married that woman, we shall have to be so parted that it would be better for us to be in our graves.  But even then I will not give up all hope.  My father has promised that the whole colony shall be ransacked till proof be found of the truth.  And then, though I shall have been convicted, I shall be reinstated in my position as your husband.  May God Almighty bless you, and our boy, till I may come again to claim my wife and my child without disgrace.’

The old man had made the promise.  ‘I would go myself,’ said he, ’were it not that Hester will want my support here.’  For there had been another promise made,—­that by no entreaty, no guile, no force, should Hester be taken from Folking to Chesterton.