“I would have given ten years of my life to have believed that she was safe and happy anywhere in the world.”
“Your honour meant nothing to you?”
“My honour? What had my honour to do with it?”
“Do you not consider that when a man’s wife has betrayed him, his honour is involved and should be avenged?”
“I believe nothing of the kind. My honour is involved only by my own actions, not by those of others.”
“You would have let her go to her lover with your blessing?”
Something flared in the dark eyes turned to the prosecutor’s mocking blue ones, and died. “I did not say that,” said Stephen Bellamy evenly.
Judge Carver leaned forward abruptly, “Mr. Bellamy is entirely correct,” he said sternly. “He said nothing of the kind.”
“I regret that I seem to have misunderstood him,” said the prosecutor with ominous meekness.
“You would have prevented her?”