In their Wisdom by C.P. Snow

As the days in court became a habit – though a good many onlookers, of whom Hillmorton was one, took to attending only for odd sessions or even single pieces of testimony – one detached person said that whoever arranged the trial had no sense of drama, it was very poorly staged. It was too much like the Church of England marriage service, the exciting bit came far too early.

The commentator was Muriel Calvert, who added that so far as her own marriage went she would have done better without any exciting bit at all. This kind of brightness didn't amuse Jenny, who disliked the young woman for herself and disliked anyone who came to the court as she did, not alone in this, out of sheer cool curiosity. Yet she had a point. She was meaning that Jenny's evidence, which might be critical to her own case, and maybe seem even more critical than it was to onlookers moved by that same sheer curiosity, came early on the second afternoon. After that, a flow of evidence on the plaintiff's side, days of it with no climaxes, the verbiage of evidence that in the verbatim record stretched out over page after page of typescript.