“Prisoner denies the impeachment,” said Salis. “First witness—Mary Salis—what do you say?”
Mary smiled at North, as she said quietly:
“I think Doctor North looks worn and pale.”
“There, you hear,” cried Salis triumphantly.
“I’m not convinced,” said North. “I shall call a witness on my side. Leo, will you speak for me?”
“Certainly I will,” said Leo quietly, as she looked up from her inevitable book. “Do I look pale and worn out?” Leo shook her head.
“No,” she said quietly. “I think you look very well. Only, perhaps, a little more earnest than of old.”
“Thank you—thank you,” cried the doctor eagerly.
“Why, he looks bad,” said Salis; “and it’s a horrible piece of imposture for him to come here bullying me and wanting to give me abominable decoctions, besides leading me into idleness and debauchery, when all the time he cannot keep himself right.”
“Nonsense!” cried the doctor pettishly. “I never was better: never more busy.”