'The law?
The law is your law, the law of the rich.

And he'-- she pointed to the bed--'was poor and a servant.

And the man who killed him was his master.
So he goes free--of the law!' 'But if he killed him ?' Sir George muttered lamely.
'He did!' she cried between her teeth.

'And I would have you kill him!' He shook his head.

'My good girl,' he said kindly, 'you are distraught.
You are not yourself.