“Oh! Not ‘Love in a mist.’ Are your sure?”
“My lord,” here Simon Harcourt ventured, “may I ask, is this regular?”
The judge intimated that his learned brother had better keep to the point, and Mr. Cowper, thus called to order, desired the witness to continue, and demanded whether she was interrupted in her quest.
“I saw Mr. Peregrine Oakshott enter the castle court, and I hurried into the tower, hoping he had not seen me.”
“You said before he had protected you. Why did you run from him?”
She had foreseen this, and quietly answered, “He had made me an offer of marriage which I had refused, and I did not wish to meet him.”
“Did you see any one else?”
“Not till I had reached the door opening on the battlements. Then I heard a clash, and saw Mr. Archfield and Mr. Oakshott fighting.”
“Mr. Archfield! The prisoner? Did he come to gather mouse-ear too?”
“No. His wife had sent him over with a pattern of sarcenet for me to match in London.”