Excerpt from The Echo of Voices Mr. Masham, sitting m the dock with his head rest ing gracefully on, his white hand, was aware that sentiment was against him. He was listening to a very unpleasant speech from the opposing Counsel and though he was trying to follow it carefully his mind would keep wandering over all sorts of unim portant subjects. The interval for luncheon was near and a faint, persistent stir began to make itself felt throughout the court. For almost the first time in his life Mr. Masham did not feel hungry. He did not even feel thirsty. What was it the fellow was saying? Mumble, mumble, mumble! What an ass! He took out his handkerchief and dabbed his forehead. Ass! He let his eyes pass slowly over all the faces before him and he read there nothing but hostility, bitter, prying hostility. Suddenly he smiled. Down at the back of the court one pair of eyes was fixed on him with a very different expression. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.