"Come, now, deal like an honest upright judge, and tell me one act of his--one thing that he has ever done and of which you have sure knowledge--that will bear him out to be what you say he is.

Now, Sir John!" He looked up at her impatiently.

Then, at last he smiled.
"Rogue!" he cried--and upon a distant day he was to bethink him of those words.

"If ever he be brought to judgment I can desire him no better advocate than thou." Thereupon following up her advantage swiftly, she kissed him.

"Nor could I desire him a more honest judge than you." What was the poor man to do thereafter?
What he did.