“I can!” cried Constance in an agony—too hastily.
“Oh, you can so?” retorted Beaufort, seeing and instantly pressing his advantage. “Then you do wis thereof something?”
She was silent.
“My Lord of York—he was there, trow?”
No answer.
“He was there?”
“Sir Keeper, I was not there. What more can I say?”
“Who was there, Dame?—for I am assured you know.”
“Who was where?” retorted the Princess satirically. “If no man scaled the Palace walls, how ask you such questions?”
“Nay, ask that at your Ladyship’s own conscience; for it was not I, but you, that said first you were not there.”