"My lord! Is Sir Oliver saying that acts of sexual perversion and depravity are not of public concern simply because they do not happen in the middle of the street?" He flung out his arm dramatically. "Is a crime not a crime because it occurs behind closed doors? Is that his view of morality? I hope he cannot mean what he says."

Rathbone was furious. He could feel the heat burn up his face.

"Mr. Sacheverall knows I suggest nothing of the sort!" he snapped. "I ask that we not descend into the realms of prurient unprovable speculation into men's personal lives in an effort to justify acts of misunderstanding, carelessness or at worst irresponsibility. This cannot help anyone! All parties will be hurt, perhaps quite wrongly. They will learn to hate, where before there was merely sadness. They—"

"In other words, my lord," Sacheverall said jeeringly, glancing at the gallery and back at McKeever, "Sir Oliver would like my client to forgive his client and simply abandon the case, with Miss Lambert's reputation still in question and her feelings ravaged as if all that were of no importance whatever. I fear Sir Oliver betrays all too scant a regard for the purity, the sensibilities, and the true and precious value of women! In deference to his dislike for scandalous suppositions which cannot be proved, I will make no suggestions as to why."

Rathbone took a step forward. "I regard Miss Lambert's reputation as of great importance," he said gratingly, almost between his teeth. "The difference between us is that I regard Mr. Melville's reputation also ... and Mr. Wolff's. He is no party to this case, and yet he stands to lose a great deal, without proof of guilt, having harmed no one."

"That remains to be seen," Sacheverall retorted. "And as to whether such acts are wrong—or not—that will depend upon another court. But I know what the public thinks!" He all but laughed as he said it, again inclining his head toward the gallery as if he spoke for them and with their approval.

McKeever sighed. He looked at Sacheverall with dislike.

"No doubt you do," he said quietly. "But this is a court of law, Mr. Sacheverall, not a place of public speculation and gossip." He looked at Rathbone. "I regret, Sir Oliver, but passionate as your plea is, it is not an argument in law. If Mr. Sacheverall's client wishes to pursue this line of testimony, I am obliged to allow it."