She sat beside Mrs.Summers, a stout, grey, motherly woman, and was dressed in deep mourning.

Harry thought she had never looked so beautiful.

But how changed she was from the simple gentle girl of a few days back! She sat as she did when he found her in the skillion after her father had been taken, with intent eyes bent upon the floor.

When called upon to give her evidence she gave it clearly and fully, in a firm distinct voice, like a person without interest or feeling.

She seemed to have no desire to shield the character of her father, but told the whole truth respecting him, and left the Court with her companion immediately on being informed that her services were no longer required, so that Harry was unable to speak with her.