Balais.
This interrogatory, simple as it was, made her color rise, coming from
that unexpected quarter.
"Yes, Sir."
"He keeps an inn, does he not; the"--here Mr. Balais affected to consult
his brief, to give her time to recover herself from her modest
confusion--"the _Gethin Castle_, I believe?"
"Yes, Sir."
"The prisoner at the bar has been staying there for some months, has he
not?"
She stole another look at Richard: it spoke as plainly as looks could
speak, "Oh yes; that is how I came to know and love him." But she only
murmured, "Yes, Sir."
"Speak up, Miss Trevethick," said the counsel, encouragingly; "these
twelve gentlemen are all very anxious to hear what you have to say." The
judge nodded and smiled, as though in corroboration, as well as to add,
upon his own account, that it would give _him_ also much pleasure to
hear her.
"Was the prisoner staying in the inn as an ordinary guest, or did he mix
with the family?"
"He was in the bar parlor most nights, Sir, along with father and me and
Solomon."
"He was in the bar parlor most nights," repeated Mr. Balais,
significantly, for he was anxious that the jury should catch that
answer--"'With father and me and Solomon.' And who introduced him into
the parlor?"
"Father brought him first, Sir, on the second day after he came to
Gethin.
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