The building in which the church held its meetings was literally besieged this season. Not only the church itself was suffocating, the corridors, the stairs, and even the empty space in front of the house filled the curious crowd. To see jocks on the pulpit was nothing out of the ordinary in the city, and there is certainly no shortage of sensations of any kind; So this time there had to be a very interesting case. It was indeed so. Only with great effort could the women make their way through the crowded masses when brother Jase appeared to take his place as chairman of the church. It was past ten o'clock when the sheriff brought the cock and led him to a seat in front of the pulpit. It was a very young jock, barely twenty, sitting here in front of the serious brother. But this guilt did not seem to depress him; on the contrary, he sat there with an indifferent, even insolent air, examining the church, while a mocking smile occasionally flashed through his pale, delicately carved head, a picture of someone who, pounding on his money and his connections, of everything that is right and custom, it seems that you can defy and talk. Shortly thereafter, the four women who had taken over appeared to offer their whole art, to wrest the punishment, or at least their destiny, at the head of the most learned and famous woman. They shook their jock heartily and sat down to his side. A tall old man was now approaching the jock; it was his aunt, the old Misses Barbarian; Without greeting him, she silently handed him his hand and then took her seat next to the head woman. Public prosecutors were Mr. Phelps and Rallans. The brother declared the meeting open and had three juries selected for the purpose of voting for a jury. The church had constituted itself and was ready to hear the complaint. Then a woman got up and asked for adjournment, as the defense was not yet ready and needed further consultation. The request was granted; the brother adjourned the negotiations. The curious crowd had to go home unsatisfied.