“I will not; guide, and I shall follow steadily.”
“Lady Catherine is at Greenhurst,” he said.
“I know it.”
“She forbids you to come; she threatens me if I attempt to bring you to Lord Clare. Have you courage to follow me against her orders?”
“Yes!”
“And her son’s, should he urge them on me?”
My words came like lead, but I answered, “yes,” to that also.
“But will you do more than that for my sake, Zana? Will you steal in privately and avoid them all?”
I could not answer at first. The mere thought of entering that stately dwelling was hateful; but to enter it stealthily like the thief that woman had called me, was too much. Unconsciously I recoiled.
“Zana, Lord Clare cannot live many days. If he dies without seeing you, all is lost—will you come? Will you be guided once—only this once by old Turner?”