“Yes.”
“Consider well if you may not have been mistaken.”
“I was not mistaken,” she answered, softly but firmly.
“Thank you. You may sit down.”
She went back to her seat with uncertain steps. Since that fatal “no” her eye was riveted on Paul. She seemed to have forgotten by that time all around her.
“When you got over the garden fence, which way did you take?” the president continued, turning to Paul.
“Across the heath.”
“Did you pass the wood?”
“No; I ran two or three hundred steps away from it.”
“Did you meet any one on your way?”