The prisoner winced for a moment, and then looked at
him defiantly.
The connection with Alfred Flinders was inquired into and explained,
and being asked as to the term 'Uncle,' he replied, 'My daughter was
allowed to get into the habit of so terming him.'
The sisters saw his look of pain, and Jane remembered his strong
objection to the title, and his wife's indignant defence of it.
Dolores stood trembling outside in the waiting-room, by her Uncle
Reginald, from whom she heard that her father had come that morning
from London with Lord Rotherwood, but that it had been thought better
not to agitate her by letting her know of it before she gave her
evidence.
'Has he had my letter?' she asked.
'No; he knew nothing till he saw Rotherwood last night.'
All the misery of writing the confession came back upon poor Dolores,
and she turned quite white and sick, but her uncle said kindly, 'Never
mind, my dear, he was very much pleased with your manner of giving
evidence. Such a contrast to your friend's. Faugh!'
In a few more seconds Mr. Mohun had come out. He took the cold,
trembling hands in his own, pressed them close, met the anxious eyes
with his own, full of moisture, and said, 'My poor little girl,' in a
tone that somehow lightened Dolly's heart of its worst dread.
'Will you go back into court?' asked the colonel.
'You don't wish it, Dolly?' said her father.
'Oh no! please not.'
'Then,' said the colonel, 'take your father back to the room at the
hotel, and we will come to you.
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