The feeling passed, and they struggled slowly back to reality, as children make their first tottering attempts to walk.
"We can fight them, Kate, if we will. They have no evidence," said Griff, with an effort.
"They have evidence. Hannah saw us in the parlour that night."
"There was little to see; and in any case her word won't stand alone."
"No; but Joe is ready to swear—— Griff, I will not tell you. You can guess, can't you? He came back in time to see you—and he means to swear that he saw more. Griff, Griff, how can you make me tell you such things?"
"Are you sure of this, Kate?"
"Yes; quite. He blurted it all out to me a few nights ago in one of his drunken fits. The Marshcotes lawyer has told him what to say, so as best to help Hannah's evidence, and I don't see how we can face it."
A long pause.
"Kate, are you sorry?"
She looked at him—once. A heartful of neglected yearnings came to the front with a rush, and swept her away with them.