turned into that. It came to her that he really liked the idea of the public èclaircissement—the fresh occupation, the bustle and importance and celebrity of it. That was sufficiently incredible, but as she was on the wrong side it was also humiliating. Besides, higher spirits always suggest finer wisdom, and such an attribute on Lionel's part was most humiliating of all. 'I haven't the least objection at present to telling you what you want to know. I shall have made my little arrangements very soon and you will be subpœnaed.'
'Subpoenaed?' the girl repeated, mechanically.
'You will be called as a witness on my side.'
'On your side.'
'Of course you're on my side, ain't you?'
'Can they force me to come?' asked Laura, in answer to this.
'No, they can't force you, if you leave the country.'
'That's exactly what I want to do.'
'That will be idiotic,' said Lionel, 'and very bad for your sister. If you don't help me you ought at least to help her.'
She sat a moment with her eyes on the ground. 'Where is she—where is she?' she then asked.
'They are at Brussels, at the Hôtel de Flandres. They appear to like it very much.'
'Are you telling me the truth?'
'Lord, my dear child, I don't lie!' Lionel exclaimed. 'You'll make a jolly mistake if you go to her,' he added. 'If you have seen her with him how can you speak for her?'
'I won't see her with him.'
'That's all very well, but he'll take care of that.
