“A great deal, your Honour,” answered the lawyer. “Now, Susan,” he went on, “remember you are on your oath! Your sweetheart’s name is Thomas Wooley, isn’t it?”
Susan looked at him dumbly. But his “Answer me!” was too peremptory to be disobeyed.
“Yes,” she answered, and her heart sank, for she remembered what she had said to Tom about his name not being called.
“And he is tired of you, isn’t he?” her questioner continued mercilessly, rejoicing in her confusion.
“What you mean?”
“Answer my question, miss!” was again the command.
“No; him never tell me so.”
“Ah, now, don’t you know that Thomas is in love with Maria?”
“I don’t know dat at all; in fact, you ’ave no business——”
“Don’t you dare argue with me! Now when you met Maria Bellicant that night, and when you told her that she had stolen the clothes she had on——”