"Could you say No, with that plaster on your neck?" was the ready rejoinder. "I am determined to know more than the newspaper tells me. Will you declare, on your word of honor, that Captain Bervie had nothing to do with the duel? Can you look me in the face, and say that the real cause of the quarrel was a disagreement at cards? When you were talking with me just before I left the ball, how did you answer a gentleman who asked you to make one at the whist-table? You said, 'I don't play at cards.' Ah! You thought I had forgotten that? Don't kiss my hand! Trust me with the whole truth, or say good-by forever."
"Only tell me what you wish to know, Miss Charlotte," said Percy humbly. "If you will put the questions, I will give the answers--as well as I can."
On this understanding, Percy's evidence was extracted from him as follows:
"Was it Captain Bervie who quarreled with you?"
"He said I had committed an impropriety in waltzing with you."
"Because your parents disapproved of your waltzing in a public ballroom."
"That's not true! What did he say next?"
"He said I had added tenfold to my offense, by waltzing with you in such a manner as to make you the subject of remark to the whole room."