Art Painting

Art Painting
They walked through into a big room or hall, now full of men talking in subdued yet eager, animated tones.
"I think you'd better sit down' here," he said considerately, and, leading her to one of the benches that stood out from the whitewashed walls - "unless you'd rather be with the witnesses, that is."
But again she said, "Oh, no!" And then, with an effort, "Oughtn't I to go into the court now, if it's likely to be so full?"
"Don't you worry," he said kindly. "I'll see you get a proper place. I must leave you now for a minute, but I'll come back in good time and look after you."
She raised the thick veil she had pulled down over her face while they were going through that sinister, wolfish-looking crowd outside, and looked about her.
Many of the gentlemen - they mostly wore tall hats and good overcoats - standing round and about her looked vaguely familiar. She picked out one at once. He was a famous journalist, whose shrewd, animated face was familiar to her owing to the fact that it was widely