"Yes," she returned, quietly, but in a tone that made Mansell quiver and look away, despite his iron self-command; "I know him."
"Will you be kind enough to say how long you have known him and where it was you first made his acquaintance?"
"I met him first in Buffalo some four months since," was the steady reply. "He was calling at a friend's house where I was staying."
"Did you at that time know of his relation to your townswoman, Mrs. Clemmens?"
"No, sir. It was not till I had seen him several times that I learned he had any connections in Sibley."
"Miss Dare, you will excuse me, but it is highly desirable for the court to know if the prisoner ever paid his addresses to you?"
The deep, almost agonizing blush that colored her white cheek answered as truly as the slow "Yes," that struggled painfully to her lips.
"And—excuse me again, Miss Dare—did he propose marriage to you?"
"He did."
"Did you accept him?"