n　had　come；　the　crowning　of　his　pride　and　pleasure　in　his　home。　　But　he　continued　to　stand　there。　He　had　suddenly　no　pride；　no　pleasure；　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　matterhe　saidwas　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　do？〃
  〃From　here；　my　lord。〃
  Seeing　him　now　full　face；　and；　as　it　might　be；　come　to　life　in　the　effort　to　convey　his　feelings；　Mr。　Bosengate　had　suddenly　a　quite　different　impression　of　the　fellow。　　It　was　as　if　his　khaki　had　fallen　off；　and　he　had　stepped　out　of　his　own　shadow；　a　live　and　quivering　creature。　　His　pinched　clean…shaven　face　seemed　to　have　an　irregular；　wilder；　hairier　look；　his　large　nervous　brown　eyes　darkened　and　glowed；　he　jerked　his　shoulders；　his　arms；　his　whole　body；　like　a　man　suddenly　freed　from　cramp　or　a　suit　of　armour。
  He　spoke；　too；　in　a　quick；　crisp；　rather　high　voice；　pinching　his　consonants　a　little；　sharpening　his　vowels；　like　a　true　Welshman。
  〃My　lord　and　misters　the　jury；〃　he　said：　〃I　was　a　hairdresser　when　the　call　came　on　me　to　join　the　army。　　I　had　a　little　home　and　a　wife。　　I　never　thought　what　it　would　be　like　to　be　away　from　them；　I　surely　never　did；　and　I'm　ashamed　to　be　speaking　it　out　like　this　how　it　can　squeeze　and　squeeze　a　man；　how　it　can　prey　on　your　mind；　when　you're　nervous　like　I　am。　　'Tis　not　everyone　that　cares　for　his　homethere's　lots　o'　them　never　wants　to　see　their　wives　again。　　But　for　me　'tis　like　being　shut　up　in　a　cage；　it　is！〃　　Mr。　Bosengate　saw　daylight　between　the　skinny　fingers　of　the　man's　hand　thrown　out　with　a　jerk。　　〃I　cannot　bear　it　shut　up　away　from　wife　and　home　like　what　you　are　in　the　army。　　So　when　I　took　my　razor　that　morning　I　was　wildan'　I　wouldn't　be　here　now　but　for　that　man　catching　my　hand。　There　was　no　reason　in　it；　I'm　willing　to　confess。　　It　was　foolish；　but　wait　till　you　get　feeling　like　what　I　was；　and　see　how　it　draws　you。　　Misters　the　jury；　don't　send　me　back　to　prison；　it　is　worse　still　there。　　If　you　have　wives　you　will　know　what　it　is　like　for　lots　of　us；　only　some　is　more　nervous　than　others。　　I　swear　to　you；　sirs；　I　could　not　help　it…？'　　Again　the　little　man　flung　out　his　hand；　his　whole　thin　body　shook　and　Mr。　Bosengate　felt　the　same　sensation　as　when　he　drove　his　car　over　a　dog〃Misters　the　jury；　I　hope　you　may　never　in　your　lives　feel　as　I've　been　feeling。〃
  The　little　man　ceased；　his　eyes　shrank　back　into　their　sockets；　his　figure　back　into　its　mask　of　shadowy　brown　and　gleaming　buttons；　and　Mr。　Bosengate　was　conscious　that　the　judge　was　making　a　series　of　remarks；　and；　very　soon；　of　being　seated　at　a　mahogany　table　in　the　jury's　withdrawing　room；　hearing　the；　voice　of　the　man　with　hair　like　an　Irish　terrier's　saying：　〃Didn't　he　talk　through　his　hat；　that　little　blighter！〃　　Conscious；　too；　of　the　commercial　traveller；　still　on　his　leftalways　on　his　left！mopping　his　brow；　and　muttering：　〃Phew！　It's　hot　in　there　to…day！〃　　while　an　effluvium；　as　of　an　inside　accustomed　to　whisky　came　from　him。　　Then　the　man　with　the　underlip　and　the　three　plastered　wisps　of　hair　said：
  〃Don't　know　why　we　withdrew；　Mr。　Foreman！〃
  Mr。　Bosengate　looked　round　to　where；　at　the　head　of　the　table；　Gentleman　Fox　sat；　in　defensive　gentility　and　the　little　white　piping　to　his　waistcoat　saying　blandly：
  〃I　shall　be　happy　to　take　the　sense　of　the　jury。〃
  There　was　a　short　silence；　then　the　chemist　murmured：
  〃I　should　say　he　must　have　what　they　call　claustrophobia。〃
  〃Clauster　fiddlesticks！　　The　feller's　a　shirker；　that's　all。　　Missed　his　wifepretty　excuse！　　Indecent；　I　call　it！〃
  The　speaker　was　the　little　wire…haired　man；　and　emotion；　deep　and　angry；　stirred　in　Mr。　Bosengate。　　That　ill…bred　little　cur！　　He　gripped　the　edge　of　the　table　with　both　hands。
  〃I　think　it's　d…d　natural！〃　　he　muttered。　　But　almost　before　the　words　had　left　his　lips　he　felt　dismay。　　What　had　he　saidhe；　nearly　a　colonel　of　volunteersendorsing　such　a　want　of　patriotism！　　And　hearing　the　commercial　traveller　murmuring：　〃'Ear；　'ear！〃　　he　reddened　violently。
  The　wire…headed　man　said　roughly：
  〃There's　too　many　of　these　blighted　shirkers；　and　too　much　pampering　of　them。〃
  The　turmoil　in　Mr。　Bosengate　increased；　he　remarked　in　an　icy　voice：
  〃I　agree　to　no　verdict　that'll　send　the　man　back　to　prison。〃
  At　this　a　real　tremor　seemed　to　go　round　the　table；　as　if　they　all　saw　themselves　sitting　there　through　lunch　time。　　Then　the　large　grey…haired　man　given　to　winking；　said：
  〃Oh！　　Come；　sirafter　what　the　judge　said！　　Come；　sir！　　What　do　you　say；　Mr。　Foreman？〃
  Gentleman　Foxas　who　should　say　'This　is　excellent　value；　but　I　don't　wish　to　press　it　on　you！'answered：
  〃We　are　only　concerned　with　the　facts。　　Did　he　or　did　he　not　try　to　shorten　his　life？〃
  〃Of　course　he　didsaid　so　himself；〃　Mr。　Bosengate　heard　the　wire…　haired　man　snap　out；　and　from　the　following　murmur　of　assent　he　alone　abstained。　　Guilty！　　Wellyes！　　There　was　no　way　out　of　admitting　that；　but　his　feelings　revolted　against　handing　〃that　poor　little　beggar〃　over　to　the　tender　mercy　of　his　country's　law。　　His　whole　soul　rose　in　arms　against　agreeing　with　that　ill…bred　little　cur；　and　the　rest　of　this　job…lot。　　He　had　an　impulse　to　get　up　and　walk　out；　saying：　〃Settle　it　your　own　way。　　Good　morning。〃
  〃It　seems；　sir；〃　Gentleman　Fox　was　saying；　〃that　we're　all　agreed　to　guilty；　except　yourself。　　If　you　will　allow　me；　I　don't　see　how　you　can　go　behind　what　the　prisoner　himself　admitted。〃
  Thus　brought　up　to　the　very　guns；　Mr。　Bosengate；　red　in　the　face；　thrust　his　hands　deep　into　the　side　pockets　of　his　tunic；　and；　staring　straight　before　him；　said：
  〃Very　well；　on　condition　we　recommend　him　to　mercy。〃
  〃What　do　you　say；　gentlemen；　shall　we　recommend　him　to　mercy？〃
  〃'Ear；　'ear！〃　burst　from　the　commercial　traveller；　and　from　the　chemist　came　the　murmur：
  〃No　harm　in　that。〃
  〃Well；　I　think　there　is。　　They　shoot　deserters　at　the　front；　and　we　let　this　fellow　off。　　I'd　hang　the　cur。〃
  Mr。　Bosengate　stared　at　that　little　wire…haired　brute。　　〃Haven't　you　any　feeling　for　others？〃　　he　wanted　to　say。　　〃Can't　you　see　that　this　poor　devil　suffers　tortures？〃　　But　the　sheer　impossibility　of　doing　this　before　ten　other　men　brought　a　slight　sweat　out　on　his　face　and　hands；　and　in　agitation　he　smote　the　table　a　blow　with　his　fist。　　The　effect　was　instantaneous。　　Everybody　looked　at　the　wire…haired　man；　as　if　saying：　〃Yes；　you've　gone　a　bit　too　far　there！〃　　The　〃little　brute〃　stood　it　for　a　moment；　then　muttered　surlily：
  〃Well；　commend　'im　to　mercy　if　you　like；　I　don't　care。〃
  〃That's　right；　they　never　pay　any　attention　to　it；〃　said　the　grey…　haired　man；　winking　heartily。　　And　Mr。　Bosengate　filed　back　with　the　others　into　court。
  But　when　from　the　jury　box　his　eyes　fell　once　more　on　the　hare…eyed　figure　in　the　dock；　he　had　his　worst　moment　yet。　　Why　should　this　poor　wretch　suffer　sofor　no　fault；　no　fault；　while　he；　and　these　others；　and　that　snapping