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It
is
but
the
old
story
of
self-esteem
,
stung
by
the
thought
of
indifference
.
Even
some
of
the
spectators
unaffected
by
the
charms
of
the
beautiful
Creole
,
can
not
restrain
themselves
from
a
certain
feeling
of
envy
;
while
others
more
deeply
interested
feel
chagrined
to
the
heart
's
core
,
by
what
they
are
pleased
to
designate
an
impudent
avowal
!
If
the
story
of
the
accused
contains
no
better
proofs
of
his
innocence
it
were
better
untold
.
So
far
,
it
has
but
helped
his
accusers
by
exciting
the
antipathy
of
those
who
would
have
been
otherwise
neutral
.
Once
more
there
is
a
murmuring
among
the
men
,
and
a
movement
among
the
rowdies
who
stand
near
Calhoun
.
Again
seems
Maurice
Gerald
in
danger
of
being
seized
by
a
lawless
mob
,
and
hanged
without
farther
hearing
!
The
danger
exists
only
in
seeming
.
Once
more
the
major
glances
significantly
towards
his
well-trained
troop
;
the
judge
in
an
authoritative
voice
commands
"
Silence
in
the
Court
!
"
the
clamouring
is
subdued
;
and
the
prisoner
is
permitted
to
proceed
.
He
continues
his
recital
:
--
"
On
seeing
who
it
was
,
I
rode
out
from
among
the
trees
,
and
reined
up
before
him
.
"
There
was
light
enough
for
him
to
see
who
I
was
;
and
he
at
once
recognised
me
.
"
Instead
of
the
angry
scene
I
expected
--
perhaps
had
reason
to
expect
--
I
was
joyfully
surprised
by
his
reception
of
me
.
His
first
words
were
to
ask
if
I
would
forgive
him
for
what
he
had
said
to
me
--
at
the
same
time
holding
out
his
hand
in
the
most
frank
and
friendly
manner
.
