"Two weeks."
"Do you remember an evening entertainment there at Mr. March's?"
"The purple tea? Yes, sir."
"Do you remember falling into a species of trance on that occasion?"
"Perfectly."
"Do you remember what was on your right hand when you awoke?"
The witness drew a deep breath before he answered. He no longer had the heart to look toward Rosalie, though her eyes were turned with stony fixity upon his face and she had even lifted her veil.
Shagarach's manner was now as imperious, as fierce, as on that memorable evening.
"Yes," answered Harry; "it was a lemon-colored glove."
"Whose glove?"