thy bread at such easy rates? Upon my word, then,
thou art very kind. Prithee, tell me. I believe thou dost use to bake on
Sundays, dost thou not?"

"No, my lord, I do not!" cried Dunne indignantly.

"Alackaday! Art precise in that," sneered the judge. "But thou canst
travel on Sundays to lead rogues into lurking-holes."

Later, when to implicate the prisoner, it was sought to draw from Dunne
a full account of the reception she had given his companions, his terror
under the bullying to which he was subjected made him contradict himself
more flagrantly than ever. Jeffreys addressed the jury.

"You see, gentlemen, what a precious fellow this is; a very pretty tool
to be employed upon such an errand; a knave that nobody would trust for
half a crown. A Turk has more title to an eternity of bliss than these
pretenders to Christianity."

And as there was no more to be got from Dunne just then, he was
presently dismissed, and Barter's damning evidence was taken.
Thereafter the wretched Dunne was recalled, to be bullied by Jeffreys in
blasphemous terms that may not be printed here.

Barter had told the Court how my lady had come into the kitchen with
Dunne, and how, when he had afterwards questioned Dunne as to why they
had whispered and laughed together, Dunne told him she had asked "If
he knew aught of the business." Jeffreys sought now to wring from Dunne
what was this business to which he had so mysteriously alluded--this
with the object of establishing Lady Lisle's knowledge of Hicks's
treason.

Dunne resisted more stubbornly than ever. Jeffreys, exasperated--since
without the admission it would be difficult to convict her
ladyship--invited the jury to take notice of the strange, horrible
carriage of the fellow, and heaped abuse upon the snivelling, canting
sect of which he was a member. Finally, he reminded Dunne of his oath to
tell the truth, and addressed him with a sort of loving ferocity.

"What shall it profit a man to gain the whole world and lose his own
soul?" bellowed that terrible judge, his eyes aflame. "Is not this the
voice of Scripture itself? And wilt thou hazard so dear and precious a
thing as thy soul for a lie? Thou wretch! All the mountains and hills of
the world heaped upon one another will not cover thee from the vengeance
of the Great God for this transgression of false-witness bearing."

"I cannot tell what to say, my lord," gasped Dunne.

In his rage to see all efforts vain, the judge's