“I beg pardon, sir, but you are Mr. Kippen, I think?”
“Yes, my name is Kippen.”
“I wanted to speak to you. I wanted so much to see you before this case came on. My name is Youson, Lucinda Youson,” she said, hurriedly.
“God bless me, is it though? You are——”
“Mr. Youson’s daughter.”
“My good woman, I hope you are not going to bother me,” I said, imploringly; “the case is out of my hands. I am bound over to prosecute. It was a shameful robbery.”
“My father did not rob you, Mr. Kippen. Does he look like a thief?”
“I don’t know what he looks like.”
“mr. youson’s daughter.”