"Not an hour too soon, my lady. And now what do you mean to do?"
"What ought I to do?"
"Of course the whole truth will come out."
"Must it come out?"
"Not a doubt of that. How can it be helped?"
"You won't tell. You promised that you would not."
"Psha;—promised! If they put me in a witness-box of course I must tell. When you come to this kind of work, promises don't go for much. I don't know that they ever do. What is a broken promise?"
"It's a story," said Lizzie, in innocent amazement.
"And what was it you told when you were upon your oath at Carlisle; and again when the magistrate came here?"
"Oh, Lord George;—how unkind you are to me!"