"So that's the way of it, is it." Mr. Taylor rejoined, not to be deterred. " You intend to tell us nothing?" "The ways of Justice, like the secrets of the marriage bed, are best enshrouded in silence," Neddie intoned. Mr. Taylor merely snorted at this, while Lizzy laid a hand caressingly on my brother's shoulder. "Poor lamb," she crooned, "you shall be led to the slaughter. I give you a quarter-hour, my dear, at the hands of your dearest --- and then we shall see how enshrouded your tongue may be. Come along, Jane."