We fight to win, and the stake is a life--perhaps more than one--we shall see." Then he went on in a conversational tone, such as he had used when he spoke of the coming to the farm of Edgar Caswall: "When Mr.Caswall came in, the negro went a short distance away and there remained.

It gave me the idea that he expected to be called, and intended to remain in sight, or within hail.

Then Mimi got another cup and made fresh tea, and we all went on together." "Was there anything uncommon--were you all quite friendly ?" asked Sir Nathaniel quietly.
"Quite friendly.

There was nothing that I could notice out of the common--except," he went on, with a slight hardening of the voice, "except that he kept his eyes fixed on Lilla, in a way which was quite intolerable to any man who might hold her dear." "Now, in what way did he look ?" asked Sir Nathaniel.
"There was nothing in itself offensive; but no one could help noticing it." "You did.

Miss Watford herself, who was the victim, and Mr.Caswall, who was the offender, are out of range as witnesses.