"I have never yet asked you if you stole the watch--the idea is too absurd." "They are so far right that I was found in the room; nothing else matters." "I can only imagine that the same folly which has brought you here will keep you here," said Mr.Forster.

"The only thing to be done is to send a denial to the papers.

If you will write one, I will go to Paris myself to post it." Basil Carruthers laughed contemptuously.
"I shield myself behind a lie!" he said.

"Never!" "You are too late," replied Mr.Forster; "I have already written, and sent, a very indignant denial, saying you have gone abroad." Basil's face grew pale, as it had not done during that trial; then an angry fire flashed from his eyes.
"And you have dared to do this ?" he cried.

"You have dared to publish a lie to screen a Carruthers ?" "I would have dared a great deal more to have saved you from public ignominy," said Mr.Forster.
"Do not apply that word to me!" said Basil, angrily.
"If I do not, every one else will.