"Yes."
"Also with Colonel Rannock?"
"Yes."
"In what capacity were you travelling with him?"
The phrase produced a faint titter, and the younger of the smart young ladies became suddenly occupied with their muffs and lace handkerchiefs.
"We were travelling as Mr. and Mrs. Randall, if that's what you want to know!" Miss Delmaine replied, with a look that challenged the Court to think the worst of her.
"That is precisely what I want to know. You were going about with Colonel Rannock as his wife—under the nom de guerre of Randall?"
"Yes."
"Good! Pray, Miss Delmaine, can you tell me where Colonel Rannock is at this present time?"
The witness had given her evidence in an agitated and angry manner from the beginning. The bloom on her cheeks was hectic, and not rouge, as the smart young women thought. Her eyes were unnaturally bright, splendid eyes, that flashed angry fire. She had stood up boldly in her place, defying the world's contempt; but it seemed as if the effort had been too much for her. She looked distractedly round the court, turned white as ashes, and fell in a dead faint, before she had answered the counsel's question, which was irrelevant, and might not have been allowed.