Sentence after sentence was wrung from her by torture.
"I think perhaps he might not have liked it," she said in a fainting voice.
The bully came out in Sir Robert's voice. All along the line he was being tremendously successful....
"Perhaps! Would any man like it? Do you think, madam, that you were treating your husband fairly in encouraging this very charming gentleman's attentions?"
Very faint, very slow, very hesitating, and extremely weary, "I did not encourage them," the answer came.
"We shall see. Didn't it make you feel very embarrassed to find yourself sitting up in a strange hotel into the small hours of the morning, with this man making passionate love to you?"
There was a dead silence in the court. Once more the person on the rack had nothing to say.
"Or had this liaison gone too far by this time for you to feel embarrassed?"
Mr. M'Arthur jumped up.
His face blazed with simulated fury. "My lord," he barked, "I protest against these insulting suggestions."