“You grant me a hearing at last.” “I do. But it is no use. You cannot explain away a falsehood.” “Of course not. I am here to confess that I told a falsehood. But it was not you I wished to deceive. I was going to explain the whole thing to you, and tell you all; but there is no getting a word with you since that lord came.” “He had nothing to do with it. I should have been just as much shocked.” “But it would only have been for five minutes. Zoe!” “Well?” “Just put yourself in my place. A detective, who ought to have written to me in reply to my note, surprises me with a call. I was ashamed that such a visitor should enter your brother's house to see me. There sat my rival--an aristocrat. I was surprised into disowning the unwelcomed visitor, and calling him my solicitor.” Now if Zoe had been an Old Bailey counsel, she would have kept him to the point, reminded him that his visitor was unseen, and fixed a voluntary falsehood on him; but she was not an experienced cross-examiner, and perhaps she was at heart as indignant at the detective as at the falsehood: so she missed her advantage, and said, indignantly, “And what business had you with a detective? You having one at all, and then calling him your solicitor, makes one think all manner of things.” “I should have told you all about it that afternoon, only our intercourse is broken off to please a rival. Suppose I gave you a rival, and used you for her sake as you use me for his, what would you say? That would be a worse infidelity than sending for a detective, would it not?” Zoe replied, haughtily, “You have no right to say you have a rival; how dare you? Besides,” said she, a little ruefully, “it is you who are on your defense, not me.” “True; I forgot that. Recrimination is not convenient, is it?” “I can escape it by shutting the window,” said Zoe, coldly. “Oh, don't do that. Let me have the bliss of seeing you, and I will submit to a good deal of injustice without a murmur.” “The detective?” said Zoe, sternly. “I sent for him, and gave him his instructions, and he is gone for me to Homburg.” “Ah! I thought so. What for?” “About my money. To try and find out whether they mean to keep it.” “Would you really take it if they would give it you?” “Of course I would.” “Yet you know my mind about it.” “I know you forbade me to go for it in person: and I obeyed you, did I not?” “Yes, you did--at the time.” “I do now. You object to my going in person to Homburg. You know I was once acquainted with that lady, and you feel about her a little of what I feel about Lord Uxmoor; about a tenth part of what I feel, I suppose, and with not one-tenth so much reason. Well, I know what the pangs of jealousy are: I will never inflict them on you, as you have on me. But I _will_ have my money, whether you like or not.” Zoe looked amazed at being defied. It was new to her. She drew up, but said nothing.