"Then I will go at once. But how can I explain?"
"Say that you were informed of her visit to Bosworth, and went off in a fit of jealousy."
"And if she asks of my informant?"
"Say that you saw her with your own eyes."
"Don't you think it would be as well to speak the truth for once?" said Lawrence, with a grave smile.
"That is the truth; you saw her returning home."
Lawrence sat down upon the rock, and, covering his forehead with one hand, seemed to reflect.
"You find this task an unpleasant one?" said the woman, touching his hand with her own.
He swept the hand across his forehead, scattering rich waves of hair over the temples.
"It is very painful," he said, bitterly; "but, thank heaven! the mischief was not of my own making. No matter; I will go now."