“You’ve got to prove it.”
“I don’t think so, sir; I never was told so; I was only told I must speak the truth; I never was told I must prove what I said.—I’ve been several times disbelieved, I know.”
“I should think so indeed!”
“It was by people who did not know me.”
“Never by people who did know you?”
“I think not, sir. I never was by the people at home.”
“Ah! you could not read what they were thinking!”
“Were you not believed when you were at home, sir?”
The magistrate’s doubt of Clare had its source in the fact that, although now he was more careful to speak the truth than are most people, it was not his habit when a boy, and he had suffered severely in consequence. He was annoyed, therefore, at his question, set him down as a hypocritical, boastful prig, and was seized with a strong desire to shame him.
“I remand the prisoner for more evidence. Take the children to the workhouse,” he said.