Peggy looked up brightly. Something seemed to have struck her.
"Oh yes," she said quickly. "Wasn't he a constituent?"
Sir Robert bowed sweetly. "I think he was," he said. "At anyrate, a great admirer." Then he turned round. "Will Mr. Stevens please stand up?"
Just behind the barristers and the seats in which the society people were sitting, a broad, short, and sturdy man rose from the pit of the court.
"Now," Sir Robert said to Mrs. Admaston, "do you recognise him?"
Peggy leant over the rail of the box with real interest—if it was not affectation.
"No," she said doubtfully; "I could not say for certain."
"But if Mr. Stevens can swear that he is the man with whom you had the conversation?"
"Oh! then he must be right, Sir Robert," Peggy answered.
Mr. Menzies rose in his place. "My client, Mr. Collingwood, recognises the man, m'lud—there is no doubt about it."