"That there are some who do;—just a few, who were Mr. Bonteen's special friends."
"The police believe it. That is what I cannot understand;—men who ought to be keen-eyed and quick-witted. That magistrate believes it. I saw men in the Court who used to know me well, and I could see that they believed it. Mr. Monk was here yesterday."
"Does he believe it?"
"I asked him, and he told me—no. But I did not quite trust him as he told me. There are two or three who believe me innocent."
"Who are they?"
"Low, and Chiltern, and his wife;—and that man Bunce, and his wife. If I escape from this,—if they do not hang me,—I will remember them. And there are two other women who know me well enough not to think me a murderer."
"Who are they, Phineas?"
"Madame Goesler, and the Duchess of Omnium."
"Have they been here?" she asked, with jealous eagerness.
"Oh, no. But I hear that it is so,—and I know it. One learns to feel even from hearsay what is in the minds of people."