And if you had been fool enough to yield, and to have blabbed of my presence to Sylvia, you would have had it proved to you." She was terrified and of course convinced, for she was easy of conviction, believing always the last person to whom she spoke.

She sat down on one of the boxes that furnished that cheerless refuge of Mr.
Butler's.
"Then what's to become of Ned ?" she cried.

"Oh, I had hoped that we had found a way out at last." He raised himself on his elbow on the camp-bed they had fitted up for him.
"Be easy now," he bade her impatiently.

"They can't do anything to Ned until they find him guilty; and how are they going to find him guilty when he's innocent ?" "Yes; but the appearances!" "Fiddlesticks!" he answered her--and the expression chosen was a mere concession to her sex, and not at all what Mr.Butler intended.
"Appearances can't establish guilt.

Do be sensible, and remember that they will have to prove that he killed Samoval.