"But,... Surely,... They could not find you guilty?"
"Oh, well."
"Please.... Won't you tell me?"
"There is little to tell. It was very brief."
He could not become enthusiastic.
"Then you were put to trial?" she asked with an apprehension uncertain in quality.
"Yes."
"Go on. Tell me."
He was silent. He desired to withhold nothing from her, yet he could not find the words he wanted.
"What happened?" She was persistent.