Rathbone knew what he was doing, but he could not stop him. He looked at the jurors' faces. They were all men of property, by definition, or they would not be jurors. They would understand Lambert's feelings and identify with them, even if their own estates were on a vastly smaller scale.

"Not at all," Lambert said vehemently. "Wouldn't employ a careless man. I couldn't have got where I am, sir, if I couldn't judge a man's ability in his profession." He took another deep breath, as if steadying himself. "Thought I could judge a man's personal character as well. Would have sworn Melville was as honorable as any man I've known. Looks as if I'm not as clever as I thought, doesn't it?"

“I am afraid it does, sir," Sacheverall agreed. "Did you introduce Melville to your family, most specifically to your daughter, Miss Zillah Lambert?"

"I did."

"Forgive me for asking you this, sir, when it must sound highly indelicate, but did you introduce Mr. Melville as a socially acceptable person, a fit companion for your daughter, a friend; or as an employee, a person of inferior rank?"

"Certainly not!" Barton Lambert was affronted. Of all things, he was not socially arrogant. No one impressed him by birth or rank, except Her Majesty the Queen. She was an entirely different matter. He was intensely patriotic, and she was the head of his country and the seat of his ultimate loyalty. "Killian Melville was good enough to speak to anyone, and I introduced him as such," he said sharply. "My daughter was brought up to respect a man who earned his way and left the world a better place than he found it." It was said with a note of challenge, and he swiveled around to look at the jurors as he spoke. If he had to parade his family's shame before the gentlemen of society, he would do it with his head high and his standards unmistaken by any.

Against his will, Rathbone liked the man already.

"Quite." Sacheverall nodded, inclining his head a trifle towards the jurors. "You introduced him to your home and family as an equal. You offered him complete hospitality."

That was a statement, not a question. He proceeded to the point. "And he became friendly with your wife and daughter?"

"He did."

"He visited regularly and was at ease in your company ..." Sacheverall glanced at Rathbone. "Or should I say he appeared at ease?" he corrected.

"Yes sir."

"You became fond of him?"

"I always liked him," Lambert acknowledged. In all the time he had been on the stand he had not looked at Melville. Rathbone was acutely aware of it, and he was certain Melville was also.

"Did you take him with you to social events outside your home?"

"From time to time. He wasn't one for a lot of dining out and polite conversation, and I don't think he danced."