“Miss Pigot’s manner before men was indelicate,” Mr. Hastie says. “At Mr. Steele’s dinner party, I observed a lack of external propriety.”
“That doesn’t tell us anything,” Justice Norris says. “What did you see?”
“I’m trying to save Miss Pigot unnecessary embarrassment,” Mr. Hastie says.
“It’s a bit late to be concerned about that now,” Justice Norris says. “If the lady was afraid of being embarrassed, she wouldn’t have filed this lawsuit.”
I’m far beyond embarrassment. I reach both hands to steady my head. Mr. Trevelyan taps my elbow and I put my hands back on the table. What’s Mr. Hastie saying now?
“When we retired to the drawing room after dinner, Miss Pigot flung herself upon Mr. Steele’s sofa and threw up her legs. I’ve never seen a lady do that before,” Mr. Hastie says.
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