"Yes."
And now there was every sign of what the newspapers call a "sensation" in court. Colonel Adams and Henry Passhe looked at each other significantly. "That's done for her," Passhe whispered to his friend. Ladies nudged each other. The reporters wrote furiously. The judge leaned forward a little more over his desk.
"Why did you connive at this lie?"
"I don't know. Really, I don't know."
"Why did you refuse to speak to your husband?"
Peggy was silently gazing downwards.
"You have told us that it would not have annoyed your husband to think that you and Mr. Collingwood were alone in Paris."
"Why should it have annoyed him," Peggy answered, "if it were an accident?"
"Exactly!" Sir Robert continued—"if it were an accident. I put it to you that the only fact which made you afraid to speak to your husband was because you knew it was not an accident, and that he had just cause for resentment."
"That is not true," Peggy said, with a little flicker of the spirit she had shown at first.