“When I took in the lamp, sir.”
Liza knew no more, and was dismissed, after staring wonderingly from one to the other.
“Stop!” cried Uncle Luke. “Go up and ask Miss Vine if my niece has been with her.”
Liza returned with an answer in the negative; and as soon as they were alone, Leslie said piteously:
“You disbelieve me.”
“No, no, my lad,” said Uncle Luke; “we only think you are suffering from your fall, and distrust what you have, or think you have, seen.”
“Think!” said Leslie angrily.
“You say some man was with my niece—a Frenchman.”
“Yes; I am bound to tell you for her sake.”
“It is not true,” cried George Vine fiercely.