His was the majestic rigidity of a Roman dignitary.
The bench was the only seat in the cell.
By the side of it was a table covered with papers and books,
on which lay the long, white wand of the sheriff.
The men standing by the side of the sheriff
were two doctors,
one of medicine, the other of law,
the latter recognizable by the sergeant's coif over his wig.
Both wore black robes,
one of the shape worn by the judges,
the other by the doctors.
Men of these kinds were moaning for the deaths
of which they are the cause.
