He said this defiantly, fancying he saw in her face a smile at the idea of his servitude.
"You will regard what I say as the words of a messenger."
"All?" she interrupted.
He flushed with confusion, but he was determined that he would not again lose control of himself.
"All that I shall say," he responded. "What I have said is to be forgotten."
"By me or by you?" she asked, dimpling into a smile so provoking that he had to look away from her or he should have given in.
"By you," was his reply; but he could not help adding under his breath:
"If you wish to forget it."
She laughed outright.
"I will consider the matter. But this errand from the powers that be at the Clergy House; I am curious about that."
"You will remember," he urged, his face falling, "that it is only a message for which I have no responsibility."