"Beware, George," said Kate, breathlessly.
"I shall not, Kate; you have maddened me and by the stars he shall say why you knelt to him. I suppose you would like me, forsooth! to admire the nonchalante manner of his posing at the time," and turning like a madman to Trevalyon, shaking his clenched fist in his face, said fiercely, "by the stars you shall speak. Why did she kneel to you?"
"Calm yourself, Delrose," he answered quietly, for the first time pitying this passionate woman, "Mrs. Haughton is the wife of my friend!"
"Men always respect such facts," sneered Delrose; "no, that won't go down; Kate, you or he shall tell me or I shall not answer for the consequences."
Kate, fearing for Trevalyon, answered quickly:
"I was imploring him to look after your boy, and not allow the priest to spoil him for a soldier."
"You swear this?"
"You, I know, are satisfied with nothing else."
"That won't do; do you swear you asked him to do this as you knelt," he said, slowly and jealously.
"I do."