My Lady Green Cloak appeared, and she started back in amazement, tinged with fear, at sight of me and the stalwart, half-naked figure of the Seneca, arms folded across his painted chest, his eagle's-feather reaching almost to the ceiling.
I bowed to her.
"Good evening, Mistress Murray," I said. "I am come with my friend for a word with your father."
"He is engaged," she answered quickly.
"That may be, but I must speak with him on a matter of much importance."
"What is that, sir!"
She began to recover her self-possession.
"What interest have you in common!" she added.
"None, save it be to dislike the other," I replied. "But I am obliged to ask your father for the second time if he condones assassination in the dark."
Her eyes widened with horror, then darkened with stony anger.