"He didn't fall into the Water," said Helen, curtly. "Andrew Dean pushed him in."
"How dost know that?"
"Georgiana and I saw it from my bedroom window. It was she who first saw them fighting, or at any rate arguing. Then Andrew Dean 'charged' him in, as if they were playing football, and walked on; and Emanuel Prockter scrambled out."
"H'm!" reflected James. "Well, if ye ask me, lass, Emanuel brought that on himsen. I never seed a man look a bigger foo' than Emanuel looked when he went off in my mackintosh and Turkish cap."
"Your Turkish cap?"
"One of 'em."
"With the tassel?"
"Ay!"
"It's a great shame! That's what it is! I'm sure he didn't look a fool! He's been very badly treated, and I'll—"
She rose from the table, in sudden and speechless indignation.