two o'clock
Demurely dressed in grey , the little white-haired lady calmly faced the Lord Chief Justice Jeffreys and the four judges of oyer and terminer who sat with him , and confidently made her plea of `` Not Guilty . '' It was inconceivable that Christian men should deal harshly with her for a technical offence amounting to an act of Christian charity . And the judge , sitting there in his robe of scarlet reversed with ermine , looked a gentle , kindly man ; his handsome , oval , youthful face -- Jeffreys was in his thirty-sixth year -- set in the heavy black periwig , was so pale that the mouth made a vivid line of scarlet ; and the eyes that now surveyed her were large and liquid and compassionate , as it seemed to her . She was not to know that the pallor which gave him so interesting an air , and the dark stains which lent his eyes that gentle wistfulness , were the advertisements at once of the debauch that had kept him from his bed until after two o'clock that morning and of the inexorable disease that slowly gnawed away his life and enraged him out of all humanity . And the confidence his gentle countenance inspired was confirmed by the first words he had occasion to address to her . She had interrupted counsel to the Crown when , in his opening address to the jury -- composed of some of the most considerable gentlemen of Hampshire -- he seemed to imply that she had been in sympathy with Monmouth 's cause . She was , of course , without counsel , and must look herself to her defence .