Carson, and pleased with his flattery; but James Wilson, I--"
She covered her face with her hands, to hide the burning scarlet
blushes, which even dyed her fingers.
There was a little pause; still, though her speech might inspire
pity for the prisoner, it only strengthened the supposition of his
guilt.
Presently the counsellor went on with his examination.
"But you have seen young Mr. Carson since your rejection of the
prisoner?"
"Yes, often."
"You have spoken to him, I conclude, at these times."
"Only once, to call speaking."
"And what was the substance of your conversation? Did you tell him
you found you preferred his rival?"
"No, sir. I don't think as I've done wrong in saying, now as things
stand, what my feelings are; but I never would be so bold as to tell
one young man I cared for another. I never named Jem's name to Mr.
Carson. Never."
"Then what did you say when you had this final conversation with Mr.
Carson? You can give me the substance of it, if you don't remember
the words."
"I'll try, sir; but I'm not very clear.
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