“Such friends that you would have gone to him in any trouble?”
“Ah, yes!” she breathed.
“Then you married Mr. Bradstone, with whom you were in love?” he went on, his keen eyes, made pitiless by his desire to win the unequal battle, fixed searchingly on her.
“I married him, yes,” was the almost inaudible reply.
“With whom you were in love?”
“I submit, my lord——” began Mr. Sewell; but the judge held up his hand. With the rest he was hanging upon these questions in breathless silence.
“Answer me, please. Wait! I shall ask you, I must ask you: Did you love, had you given your heart to my client, Lord Clydesfold?”
She covered her face with her hands and seemed as if she were praying for strength; then she let her hands fall, and said in a whisper that, low as it was, reached the farthest corner of the court:
“Yes, I loved him.”
Faradeane’s face worked, and he sank down in the chair that had been provided for him, and leaned his head upon his hand.