"Injured me! No, indeed. I am a rich woman,—very rich. All Loughlinter is my own,—for life. But of what use can it be to me?" He in his present state could tell her of no uses for such a property. "I suppose, Phineas, it cannot be that you are really in danger?"
"In the greatest danger, I fancy."
"Do you mean that they will say—you are guilty?"
"The magistrates have said so already."
"But surely that is nothing. If I thought so, I should die. If I believed it, they should never take me out of the prison while you are here. Barrington says that it cannot be. Oswald and Violet are sure that such a thing can never happen. It was that Jew who did it."
"I cannot say who did it. I did not."
"You! Oh, Phineas! The world must be mad when any can believe it!"
"But they do believe it?" This, he said, meaning to ask a question as to that outside world.
"We do not. Barrington says—"
"What does Barrington say?"