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I have thought of this more than once when thinking of you." "It would seem I have troubled you a great deal in one way or another, Lord Rosmore." "Some day, when you have forgotten that you were inclined to hate me, I may tell you how much. Yet there is one thing I might tell you now, as a friend, in case there should be much of this vein of romance in you." "Yes, as a friend."
"I say it is," was the sharp answer. "I have wit enough to see the safest road, and to take it. Since it is also a pleasant road, why should there be any hesitation or delay?" Rosmore shrugged his shoulders, and with a helpless glance at Barbara turned to contemplate the great iron dogs in the fireplace, kicking a log which lay there with some impatience.
"This pretty head of yours must have thought of hating me as you heard my character so basely spoken of." "I am a woman, and was suspicious." "And now, though still a woman, have no evil thoughts about me. I warrant you, this fellow Crosby will hardly be gracious enough to thank me when I place the woman he loves in his arms." "You have not told me your scheme." "Scheme!" Rosmore exclaimed.
I've heard of Sedgemoor fight. May one know the latest news?" "Who told you of Sedgemoor?" "I think it was the smith down in the village, or it might 'a been Boyce, the carpenter; anyway, it was somebody down yonder. They'd heard it from someone on the road." "Monmouth is taken," and Rosmore watched the landlord closely as he said it. "That'll be good news for King James," was the answer.
"Some men, not all," he said gently. "The monk in the story went mad for love. Still, there is a warning, too, not to trust men over easily. The greatest villains have often good looks to recommend them and can deceive most easily." "I think I could tell," said Barbara. "I wonder," Rosmore answered slowly. "There is often a vein of romance in a woman which makes her blind.
The first blow of the bar fell heavily, and there came a sudden answer, a quick sequence of notes the laugh of the fiddle then silence. Blow upon blow followed quickly, but there was no answering sound from within. "Beat where the lock is," said Rosmore. "It gives there, I think; and be on the defensive, Sir John. We have certainly one desperate man to deal with I think two."
Rosmore will save her, do you understand, and in her gratitude she will give him his reward." "How will he save me?" came the question in a monotonous voice, and Sir John started, for it did not seem as if Martin had asked it.
"Surely a madman's folly is not sufficient to condemn us?" "I have told you the truth. Ask Lord Rosmore." "Will you tell me, please?" "Sir John forces my hand," said Rosmore, turning quickly towards her. For an instant he seemed angry, but his face softened as he looked at her. "I am torn between love and duty. Sir John speaks truly.
"Then if we bargain, Lord Rosmore, you must remember that there are always two sides to a bargain. You do not show me Martin Fairley a free man." "I can hardly set free a man I have not taken prisoner. Martin and the highwayman succeeded in getting away from the Abbey last night. Until we saw you leaning from your window, Sir John was absurd enough to declare that you must have warned them."
"Women must be carried by assault, gloriously, as a besieged city is," roared Branksome from the other end of the room. "The lover who attempts to starve them into surrender is a fool, and gets ridiculed for his pains. What do you say, Rosmore?" "Nothing. There are many ladies who can explain my methods better than I can." Mrs. Dearmer laughed, and desired a lesson forthwith.
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