Nell, who had been very white, grew crimson as she looked at him.
“You mean—that you suspect me, too? You think me capable of—”
“No, child, of course not. But I think you gave your evidence very badly, and that you therefore can’t expect to be pitied. Now tell me why you didn’t want to come and see me?”
Nell silently hung her head.
“Was it because you didn’t care if you never saw me again?”
Up went the face, radiant with passionate denial.
“Well, was it because you knew I should ask you some questions?”
Down went the face again.
“What was it you wanted to see me about, when you sent for me to come down from town to see you?”
She looked up at him with a face full of terror.