“No. But it will take a great deal: that lady's face is full of purity, and she fought us like one who loved her husband.”
“Fronti nulla fides: and as for her fighting, her infidelity was the weapon she defeated us with. Will you hear me?”
“Yes, yes; but pray stick to facts, and not conjectures.”
“Then don't interrupt me with childish arguments:
“Fact 1.—Both reputed parents fair; the boy as black as the ace of spades.
“Fact 2.—A handsome young fellow was always buzzing about her ladyship, and he was a parson, and ladies are remarkably fond of parsons.
“Fact 3.—This parson was of Italian breed, dark, like the boy.
“Fact 4.—This dark young man left Huntercombe one week, and my lady left it the next, and they were both in the city of Bath at one time.
“Fact 5.—The lady went from Bath to London. The dark young man went from Bath to London.”
“None of this is new to me,” said Wheeler, quietly.