spectacle worth their effort. She was dressed in the darkest purple touched with amethyst, dignified, subdued in actual tones, and yet so fashionably and flamboyantly cut with a tiny waist and gorgeous sleeves. Her bonnet was perched so rakishly on her wide brushed dark hair as to be absolutely dashing. Her expression should have been demure, that of an elegant woman mourning the shocking death of a friend, and yet there was so much vitality in her, such awareness of her own beauty and magnetism, that no one thought of such an emotion for more man the first superficial instant.
She crossed the space of floor in front of the lawyers and climbed the flight of steps up into the witness box, negotiating her skirts through the narrow rails with considerable skill, then turned to face Lovat-Smith.
She swore as to her name and residence in a low, husky voice, looking down at him with shining eyes.
"Mrs. Furnival" - he moved forward towards her, hands in his pockets under his gown - "will you tell the court what you can recall of the events of that dreadful evening when General Carlyon met his death? Begin with the arrival of your guests, if you please."
Louisa looked perfectly composed. If the occasion intimidated her in any way, there was not the slightest sign of it in her face or her bearing. Even her hands on the witness box railing were quite relaxed.
"The first to arrive were Mr. and Mrs. Erskine," she started! "The next were General Carlyon and Alexandra." She did not glance at the dock as she said it.
Lovat-Smith was talking to Louisa.
Alexandra might not have been present for any emotional impact Louisa showed.
"At that time, Mrs. Furnival," Lovat-Smith was saying, "what was the attitude between General and Mrs. Carlyon? Did you notice?"
"The general seemed as usual," Louisa replied levelly. "I thought Alexandra very tense, and I was aware that the evening might become difficult." She allowed the ghost of a smile to cross her face. "As hostess, I was concerned that the party should be a success."
There was a ripple of laughter around the court, dying away again immediately.
Hester glanced up at Alexandra, but her face was expressionless.
"Who arrived next?" Lovat-Smith asked.
"Sabella Pole and her husband, Fenton Pole. She was immediately rude to her father, the general." Louisa's face shadowed very slightly but she forbore from more than the vaguest of implied criticism. She knew it was ugly and above all she would avoid that."Of course she has not been well," she added. "So one forgave her readily. It was an embarrassment, no more."
"You did not fear it indicated any dangerous ill will?" Lovat-Smith asked with apparent concern.
"Not at all." Louisa dismissed it with a gesture.
"Who else arrived at this dinner of yours?"
"Dr. Charles Hargrave and Mrs. Hargrove; they were the last."
"And no one else called that evening?"
"No one."
"Can you tell us something of the course of events, Mrs. Furnival?"
She shrugged very delicately and half smiled.
Hester watched the jury. They were fascinated with her and Hester had no doubt she knew it.
"We spent some time in the withdrawing room," Louisa said casually. "We talked of this and that, as we will on such occasions. I cannot recall what we said, only that Mrs. Carlyon picked a quarrel with the general, which he did all he could to avoid, but she seemed determined to bring the matter to an open dispute."
"Do you know what it was about?"
"No, it seemed to be very nebulous, just a longstanding ill feeling, so far as I could judge. Of course I did not overhear it all. . ." She left it hanging delicately, not to rule out the possibility of a raging jealousy.
"And at dinner, Mrs. Furnival," Lovat-Smith prompted. "Was the ill feeling between General and Mrs. Carlyon still apparent?"
"Yes, I am afraid it was. Of course at that time I had no idea it was anything serious ..." For an instant she looked contrite, abashed at her own blindness. There was a murmur of sympathy around the courtroom. People turned to look at the dock. One of the jurors nodded sagely.
"And after dinner?" Lovat-Smith asked.
"The ladies withdrew and left the men to take port and cigars," Louisa continued. "In the withdrawing room we simply spoke of trivial things again, a little gossip, and a few opinions of fashion and so on. Then when the men rejoined us I took General Carlyon upstairs to visit my son, who admired him greatly, and to whom he had been