Joan said that she quite understood it, and went off to give Nancy a full account of her experiences.
"My dear, she looked awful," she said. "She was wonderfully dressed, and had got herself up so that only a woman could have known that she was got up at all. But she looked as old as the hills. Honestly, I felt sorry for her, although I hated her for what she said to me before. But she was fighting for her life, and she made a brave show."
"But she couldn't say anything, could she? I thought the counsel did it all."
"Yes, that was the worst of it—for her. She had to stand there while they fought over her, and look all the time as if she didn't care. Awful! Poor thing, she's in prison now, and I should think she's glad of it."
"I don't know in the least what happened, except that she was sent to prison for a year. Father kept all the papers in his room."
"I don't know much either. Directly I had given my evidence mother took me away."
"We'll get hold of a paper."
"No, we mustn't. Mother asked me not to."
"What a bore! What was it like, giving your evidence? Were you alarmed?"
"No, not much. It wasn't worse than the other place. It wasn't so bad. Sir Edward Logan, the Sedberghs' counsel, was awfully sweet. He made me say exactly what I had seen, and when Sir Herbert Jessop—that was her man—tried to worry me into saying that Bobby Trench had put it all into my head, he got up and objected."