“I do believe you’ve been to see that contemptible murderer.”
“If you mean a friend of mine, who was also a friend of yours who did you a great service, I beg you to stop.”
“I mean that man Scarlett.”
“And so do I.”
“What! you’ve been speaking to him? You must be mad. The man’s a murderer. It’s awful!”
“You shouldn’t judge him before he has been tried.”
“The evidence is the same now as it will be then. There was a nugget of a strange shape, which a digger sold to poor Isaac Zahn, and it was found on your precious Scarlett when he was arrested.”
Rose made no answer.
“And to think,” Rachel continued, “that I was almost engaged to him.”
“I never heard that,” said Rose, coldly.