"And may I take it that you class yourself among those persons upon whom suspicion should not readily fall?"
Peggy nodded vigorously. "I think so," she said.
The great, round, red face of Sir Robert beamed upon her in the kindliest way. His voice—which carried right through the court—was still ingratiating and honey-sweet.
"You say," he said, "that your husband ought not to have allowed even these circumstances to make him suspect you?"
"He had always trusted me implicitly," she replied.
The accomplished counsel made a remark sotto voce. "Perhaps too implicitly," he said.
Mr. M'Arthur jumped up in a second and looked at the judge.
"My learned friend has no right to say that," he said.
The President, with his air of taking very little interest at all in the proceedings, raised his eyelids.
"I did not hear what he said," he remarked blandly.