“You shall not lack the need,” cried the other. But he left him for the moment, and, addressing the lady, stamped with fury.
“You dare to face me with that lie, and the very witness to it standing here to refute you! But there’s a way to settle it. Take off your vizard.”
“I’ll not.”
“Ah! Take it off, I say.”
“Never, while I live!”
“Then, by God, I’ll do it for you!”
He actually meant it; she retreated before him. “Kit!” she cried, “will you see me so insulted?”
Now, at that, my lord stopped dead, mowing and grinning like an ape.
“So convict out of your own mouth,” he cried, “will you dare to deny longer?” And then he turned his fury on the other. “Liar and betrayer, whatever your cursed identity, this point shall penetrate it. Look to yourself!”
Hamilton was ready, the swords tinkled, the lady screamed.