Janie paused. She recalled only too plainly Honor's words: "I'm sorry if it isn't all on the square, but Dermot was in a very tight place, and I felt bound to help him, even if I had to do something rather wrong".
"I am waiting for your answer, Janie."
"I—I—think she seemed—sorry!"
"Did she mention to you where the money came from that she was taking to her brother?"
"No, she said nothing about it."
"That will do for the present, Janie. Now, Vivian, I wish you to tell me if you saw Honor Fitzgerald go along the hall early this morning?"
"It looked like Honor; I could be nearly certain," faltered Vivian, rather hesitatingly.
"It was, so you needn't mind saying so!" interrupted Honor, who had been listening attentively to this evidence. "I admit that I went out, and ran down to the beach, and met Dermot. I never wanted to deny that. But I certainly didn't even see the sovereign, much less take it."
"Let us have the truth, Honor," urged Miss Maitland. "I believe that you yielded to a sudden temptation, and I am very sorry for you, since I think you did it entirely for your brother's sake. If you will confess now, I will promise to deal leniently with you."
"I can't confess what I haven't done," said Honor. She had turned very white, but she did not flinch in the least.