"George, you believed me guilty when you abandoned me at Edinburgh?"
"Yes."
"You do yet?"
"I do."
"George, Joseph Swartz told you a falsehood."
"No, no, woman, do not——"
"Hold, George; let me show you his dying confession. Let me show you the testimony of a priest."
She took up a small, red leather bag, such as was used in those days by ladies, undid the strings and, opening it, drew forth some papers, which she handed to him.
"Do you know the writing?" she asked.
"This is Joseph Swartz, my best and truest friend."