 interesting!« cried Mrs. Tristram. »And you humbled them at
your feet?«
    Newman was silent a moment. »No, not at all. They pretended not to care -
not to be afraid. But I know they did care - they were afraid.«
    »Are you very sure?«
    Newman stared a moment. »Yes, I'm sure.«
    Mrs. Tristram resumed her slow stitches. »They defied you, eh?«
    »Yes,« said Newman, »it was about that.«
    »You tried by the threat of exposure to make them retract?« Mrs. Tristram
pursued.
    »Yes, but they wouldn't. I gave them their choice, and they chose to take
their chance of bluffing off the charge and convicting me of fraud. But they
were frightened,« Newman added, »and I have had all the vengeance I want.«
    »It is most provoking,« said Mrs. Tristram, »to hear you talk of the charge
when the charge is burnt up. Is it quite consumed?« she asked, glancing at the
fire.
    Newman assured her that there was nothing left of it.
    »Well then,« she said, »I suppose there is no harm in saying that you
probably did not make them so very uncomfortable. My impression would be that
since, as you say, they defied you, it was because they believed that, after
all, you would never really come to the point. Their confidence, after counsel
taken of each other, was not in their innocence, nor in their talent for
bluffing things off; it was in your remarkable good nature! You see they were
right.«
    Newman instinctively turned to see if the little paper was in fact consumed;
but there was nothing left of it.

