The judge interposed. "You are not here to state opinions, young lady, but to answer questions." The counsel resumed. "Did the deceased, Martin Scott, come to your uncle's residence on the evening of the twenty-third?" "Yes. My uncle was at home ill that evening, and he kept Mr. Scott in conversation, so that he had no opportunity of teasing me." "You went later, into the garden?" "Yes. Martin Scott must have seen me pass the window, for I found he was following me out. I saw Sir Adam standing at his gate, and went towards him." "With what motive did you go?" A pause. "I intended to tell him that Mr. Scott was there." "Had you seen Sir Adam at all since the previous evening?" Whether the young lady said Yes or No to this question could not be told. Her answer was inaudible. "Now this won't do," cried the counsel, losing patience. "You must speak so that the jury can hear you, witness; and you must be good enough to lift your head. What have you to be ashamed of?" At this sting, a bright flush dyed the young lady's pale cheeks: but she evidently did not think of resisting. Lifting her face, she spoke somewhat louder. "I had seen Sir Adam in the morning when he was shooting the birds. I saw him again in the afternoon, and was talking with him for a few minutes. Not for long: some friends called on my aunt, and she sent for me in." "Was anything said about Martin Scott that day, between you and Sir Adam?" "Not a word. We did not so much as think of him." "Why, then, were you hastening in the evening to tell Sir Adam that Scott was there?" The witness hesitated and burst into tears. Her answer was impeded by sobs. "Of course it was a dreadful thing for me to do--as things have turned out. I had no ill thought in it. I was only going to tell him that Scott had come and was sitting with my uncle. There was nothing in that to make Sir Adam angry." "You have not replied to my question. _Why_ did you hasten to tell Sir Adam?" "There was no very particular cause. Before I left home in May, I had hoped Mr. Scott had ceased his visits: when I found, by his coming this evening, that he had not, I thought I would tell Sir Adam. We both disliked Martin Scott from his rudeness to me. I began to feel afraid of him again." "Afraid of what?" "Lest he should be rude to me as he had been before." "Allow me to ask--in a case of this sort, would it not have been your uncle's place to deal with Mr. Scott, rather than Sir Adam Andinnian's?" The witness bent her head, and sobbed. While the prisoner, without affording her time for any answer, again spoke up. "When Martin Scott insulted Miss Turner before, I had particularly requested her to inform me at once if he ever attempted such a thing again. I also requested her to let me know of it if he resumed his visits at her uncle's house. I wished to protect Miss Turner as efficiently as I would have protected a sister." The prisoner was ordered to be silent. Miss Turner's examination went on.