There was a silence in the room. Everybody was looking, covertly or openly, at Emily Brent. It was a minute or two before she became aware of the expectation. Her eyebrows rose on her narrow forehead. She said: “Are you waiting for me to say something? I have nothing to say.” The judge said: “Nothing, Miss Brent?” “Nothing.” Her lips closed tightly. The judge stroked his face. He said mildly: “You reserve your defence?” Miss Brent said coldly: “There is no question of defence. I have always acted in accordance with the dictates of my conscience. I have nothing with which to reproach myself.”
Emily Brent (we later find out she was looking after a young woman who became pregnant out of wedlock and Emily Brent basically bullied her until she committed suicide.)
