“It was my lord Arran, was it not?”
“Was it, now? What an eye you’ve got!”
“And you had met him, I suppose, by appointment?”
“No, it was by the yew-tree.”
“Come, my lady, you’re playing some game of your own in all this, and I want to know what it is. I brought you here for a specific purpose, and I’ve more than an idea that you’re converting the opportunity to a purpose of your own. What is it?”
“What’s what? I was only taking a stroll.”
“How did you make the acquaintance of my lord Arran?”
“O! Is that his name?”
“You know it is.”
“Well, to be sure, many more people know Tom Fool than Tom Fool knows.”