And we must refer the curious inquirer to the law reports of that time for further particulars. We also must leave John Tincroft to his interrupted Oriental studies—if he still pursued them—for a space of three months or thereabouts, while we take up another of the threads of our story.
[CHAPTER X.]
IN THE FILBERT ALLEY.
"AND this is all you have to say to me, Sarah?"
"It is all I mean to say about the miserable affair, Walter. If you like to believe me, you can; and if you won't believe me, you may leave it alone."
"And you won't make any confession or apology?"
"What have I got to confess, Walter? And what apology do you expect me to make, I should like to know?"
"Didn't you encourage that college man to come to see you? Didn't you have games with him here in this very garden, and this very walk, and in that very summer-house?" asked poor Walter Wilson, bitterly.
"If you think I did, sir," retorted his cousin, passionately, "it is time we parted."