He called the Honorable Timothy Tremaine and asked him for his opinion of the most admirable Miss Zillah Lambert. As Tremaine spoke, his own admiration for her grew more and more apparent. He smiled, he met her eyes, and his eager expression softened. He spoke of her with a warmth which was more than mere sympathy. An idea began to form in Rathbone's mind, not clearly, and only a thread, but he had nothing else.

"Your witness, Sir Oliver," Sacheverall said finally, with an ironic half bow towards Rathbone.

Rathbone rose to his feet. "Thank you, Mr. Sacheverall." He was acutely aware of all eyes upon him. There was a hush as if awaiting a startling event. He would disappoint them, and it rankled with him more sharply than he had expected. He felt the defeat already.

"Mr. Tremaine," he began quietly, "you spoke of Miss Lambert as if you are quite well acquainted with her. May I assume that is so?"

"Yes sir, you may," Tremaine answered politely. He too must have been waiting for some retaliation at last.

Rathbone smiled. "And you expressed some regard for her yourself—indeed, some admiration?" It was not really a question.

"Yes sir." Tremaine was more guarded now.

Rathbone's smile widened. He knew what the gallery was waiting for, what Tremaine himself quite suddenly feared. It was there in his face. He drew in his breath as if to add something, then changed his mind.

"Yes?" Rathbone enquired helpfully.

"Nothing..."

"There is no need to apologize for your feelings," Rathbone assured him. "It is only natural. She is most attractive. Indeed, Mr. Sacheverall himself has been unable to conceal a very considerable"—he hesitated delicately—"personal regard towards her...."

He heard Sacheverall's indrawn breath behind him and ignored it.

"I..." Tremaine realized the trap and sidestepped it rather obviously. "Yes sir. I think we all feel a certain... friendship towards her which—" He stopped, uncertain how to complete the thought.

"Is your regard as ... warm as Mr. Sacheverall's?" Rathbone asked blandly.

"Well..." Tremaine looked at him squarely. "I could say I regard her more as a friend ..."

Sacheverall stood up, his face only very slightly pink. "My lord, the depth of my regard for Miss Lambert is irrelevant. It is Mr. Melville's behavior towards her which is at issue here. If Sir Oliver is trying to suggest that I have in any way overstepped the bounds of the strictest propriety, or that Miss Lambert has regarded me as other than her legal counsel, then I would warn him that he is not above the laws of slander either, and I will protect Miss Lambert's good name with every skill at my disposal... and every weapon also!"

Rathbone laughed very lightly and swiveled to look at Sacheverall.