Hugh and Mr. Stanton at this juncture joined our group, and there was a sudden lull in the conversation. Miss Willoughby, without relinquishing her hold of me, turned towards them with a face brimful of fun.
'It's a case being tried,' she said to them. 'I am cross-examining a witness.'
'A prisoner, I should say,' observed Hugh drily.
'I shall not run away, Miss Willoughby,' I said, trying to speak amicably.
She dropped my hands at once, and I hoped the subject would be changed; but such was not her intention.
'I am waiting for your answer,' she pursued. 'Are you converted?'
I held my head erect and looked her straight in the face. 'Yes, I am.'
'Good! When were you converted? No hesitation. You are bound in honour not to run away from me, and I have several more questions yet to ask.'
'About six months ago in London,' My tone was grave. I did not know how this was going to end.
'Describe the process.'