'Oh, you don't!' said Mr. Chaffanbrass, knocking his wig back, and coming well out of his kennel. 'After waiting for a quarter of an hour or so, you are able to tell the jury at last that you don't know anything about it. He took the small trifle of change out of his pocket, I suppose?'
'I don't know where he took it from.'
'And you didn't ask?'
'No.'
'You got the money; that was all you know. But this was just at the time that Mr. Tudor became the lady's trustee; I think you have admitted that.'
'It may have been about the time.'
'Yes; it may have been about the time, as you justly observe, Mr. Scott. Luckily, you know, we have the dates of the two transactions. But it never occurred to your innocent mind that the money which you got into your hands was a part of the lady's fortune; that never occurred to your innocent mind—eh, Mr. Scott?'
'I don't know that my mind is a more innocent mind than your own,' said Undy.
'I dare say not. Well, did the idea ever occur to your guilty mind?'
'Perhaps my mind is not more guilty than your own, either.'