He had a very tender heart, had the old judge, where a young and pretty woman was concerned—otherwise he was a Tartar.
"My lud, it is absolutely necessary to prove that my client's passion was reciprocated. Did you ever return one of these many kisses, Miss Trevethick?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Did you ever meet him alone at night in a place, I believe, called the
Fairies' Bower?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Yes," repeated Mr. Balais, recapitulating these facts upon his fingers; "you were left alone with him all day; you met him alone at night, away from your father's roof; you returned his kisses; and all this without the slightest suspicion—if we are to believe his evidence—being aroused upon the part of your parent. Now, Miss Trevethick, you were aware that your father kept a large sum of money—these two thousand pounds—in his strong-box, were you not?"
"I was, Sir."
"Did you ever speak to the prisoner at the bar about it?"
"I think—yes, I did, Sir, on one occasion," and here Harry's voice fluttered and faltered. No one noticed it, however, except the prisoner; if any neighbor eyes had watched him narrowly—but they were all fixed upon the witness—they would have seen his face whiten, and his brow grow damp. Why should she have laid that stress upon "on one occasion?"
"You told him that the two thousand pounds were in the box in the cupboard in your bedroom?"