Faith looked up at him in pure astonishment, the corners of her mouth indicating that she expected another puzzle, or rather was already engaged in one. The look made his gravity give way a little.
"I thought you might like to know your position at present," he said.
"I don't know it yet, Mr. Linden."
"It is that of the unfortunate prisoner to whom I referred."
"A prisoner!—" said Faith looking up at him very much amused. "Well,
Mr. Linden?"
He looked amused too, yet with a difference.
"Well, Miss Faith—You are a prisoner, for political purposes. There is no practicable way for you to get back to the house save through the witness-box."
"Where is the witness-box?" said Faith.
"Are you in a hurry to be in it?"
"No," said Faith with a very unshadowed smile, "I am not in a hurry for anything."