be all that’s bad,’ she said.  ’I know him to be all that’s good.  How is it possible that we should live together?’ The old man had, of course, turned it over much in his mind.  If it could be true that that woman had in truth become his son’s wife, and that this dear, sweet, young mother had been deceived, betrayed, and cheated out of her very existence, then that house at Folking could be no proper home for her.  Her grave would be best, but till that might be reached any home would be better than Folking.  But he was almost sure that it was not so, and her confidence,—­old as he was, and prone to be suspicious,—­made him confident.

When the moment came he could not doubt how he would answer her.  He could not crush her spirit by seeming for a moment to have a suspicion.  ‘Your home, of course, shall be here,’ he said.  ’It shall be your own house.’

‘And you?’

’It shall be my house too.  If it should come to that, we will be, at any rate, together.  You shall not be left without a friend.’

‘It is not for myself,’ she said; ’but for his boy and for him;—­what will be best for them.  I would take a cabin at the prison-gate, so as to be nearest to him,—­if it were only myself.’  And so it was settled between them, that should that great misery fall upon them, she would remain at Folking and he would remain with her.  Nothing that judge or jury could do would deprive her of the right to occupy her husband’s house.

In this way the months of May and June and the first fortnight of July wore themselves away, and then the time for the trial had come.  Up to the last it had been hoped that tidings might be heard either by letter or telegram from Dick Shand; but it seemed that he had vanished from the face of the earth.  No suggestion of news as to his whereabouts was received on which it might have been possible to found an argument for the further postponement of the trial.  Mr. Seely had been anxious for such postponement,—­perhaps thinking that as the hotel at Brighton and the carriages in the park were expensive, Crinkett and the lady might take their departure for Australia without saying a word to the lawyer who had undertaken the prosecution.  But there was no adequate ground for delay, and on Tuesday the 17th July the trial was to be commenced.  On the previous day Caldigate, at his own request, was introduced to Sir John Joram, who had been brought down special to Cambridge for his defence.  Mr. Seely had advised him not to see the barrister who was to defend him, leaving it, however, quite at his option to do so or not as he pleased.  ‘Sir John will see you, but I think he had rather not,’ said Mr. Seely.  But Caldigate had chosen to have the interview.  ’I have thought it best to say just one word to you,’ said Caldigate.

‘I am quite at your service,’ said Sir John.

’I want you to hear from my own lips that a falser charge than this was never made against a man.’