"That means you have no brogue," said Mildred to Frank, smiling. "But he had one when he came, Mr. Darrel."
"You have been here a long time to get rid of it, then?" said Darrel.
"Just a few weeks," replied Frank, calmly.
Mrs. Perth, with the best intentions, brought Lancaster under the guns of the enemy. "You came just when we were in deep grief over that horrid murder," she said, clicking her needles.
"Yes. I remember you saying something about that," said Frank.
"I have been in Scotland," said Darrel, suddenly, and taking side-looks at Lancaster's unmoved face, "so I don't know what has happened. Have they caught the man who did it?"
"Mr. Lancaster?" said the old lady. "No, they have not."
"And I hope they never will," said Mildred, flushing. "From what Mr. Jarman says, I believe Mr. Lancaster is innocent."
"Oh!" said Darrel, turning away his eyes from Frank, "so Jarman takes up the cudgels on behalf of this murderer. I remember he was a friend of Lancaster's."
"And is," said Frank, incautiously.