The mutual glance struck fire.

What I thought, he thought--but possibly with a difference.

The moment was surcharged with emotion for all but the witness herself.

She was calm; perhaps she did not understand the significance of the occasion.
Mr.Fox pressed his advantage.
"And when you rose from the lounge and crossed your sister's hands ?" "It was still there; I put that hand uppermost." "And left the ring on ?" "Oh, yes--oh, yes." Her whole attitude and face were full of protest.
"So that, to the best of your belief, it was still on your sister's finger when you left the room ?" "Certainly, sir, certainly." There was alarm in her tone now, she was beginning to see that her testimony was not as entirely helpful to Arthur as she had been led to expect.

In her helplessness, she cast a glance of entreaty at her brother's counsel.