Unless Dolly was mistaken." "Mistaken as to what ?" sharply asked Mr.Verner, who, when he made up his own mind that a thing was so-and-so, could not bear to be opposed.
"Mistaken that some one came in at the gate ?" "I do not see how she could be mistaken in that," replied Lionel.

"I meant mistaken as to its being any one belonging to the house." _"Is_ it likely that any one would come in at that gate at night, unless they belonged to the house, or were coming to the house ?" retorted Mr.
Verner.

"Would a stranger drop from the clouds to come in at it?
Or was it Di Roy's 'ghost,' think you ?" he sarcastically added.
Lionel did not answer.

He vacantly ran his fingers through his hair, apparently in deep thought.
"I have abstained from asking you the explicit details of your movements on that evening," continued Mr.Verner, "but I must demand them of you now." Lionel started up, his cheek on fire.

"Sir," he uttered, with emotion, "you cannot suspect _me_ of having had act or part in it! I declare, before Heaven, that Rachel was as sacred for me--" "Softly, Lionel," interrupted Mr.Verner, "there's no cause for you to break your head against a wheel.