CHAPTER XXTHE TRIAL
The days that remained before Phillida’s trial were days of acute torment for Larry. He went to bed with it at night, and got up with it in the morning, the endless, grinding round in his brain from which there was no issue. He vacillated continually between the two courses of action that were open to him: to speak or to let matters take their course. His reason was convinced that it would be wiser not to speak, but his heart rebelled. How could he sit by and allow the brave, generous, wrong-headed Phillida to be held up as a felon in men’s eyes? to be sent to prison? He was well aware that his speaking might not save her from prison—the legal eye could hardly be expected to see the matter in the same light as the lover’s; that was not it; it was being prevented from r
