"With what motive did you go?"
A pause. "I intended to tell him that Mr. Scott was there."
"Had you seen Sir Adam at all since the previous evening?"
Whether the young lady said Yes or No to this question could not be told. Her answer was inaudible.
"Now this won't do," cried the counsel, losing patience. "You must speak so that the jury can hear you, witness; and you must be good enough to lift your head. What have you to be ashamed of?"
At this sting, a bright flush dyed the young lady's pale cheeks: but she evidently did not think of resisting. Lifting her face, she spoke somewhat louder.
"I had seen Sir Adam in the morning when he was shooting the birds. I saw him again in the afternoon, and was talking with him for a few minutes. Not for long: some friends called on my aunt, and she sent for me in."
"Was anything said about Martin Scott that day, between you and Sir Adam?"
"Not a word. We did not so much as think of him."
"Why, then, were you hastening in the evening to tell Sir Adam that Scott was there?"