“Harkee!” he said. “I will help you out. Will you give me my bastard brother?”
“He is my brother too; I swear it.”
“Pish!” said he; “will you give up your paramour?”
“Not if you call him by that name.”
“Why, there, I knew,” said he, “you was in hiding together somewhere. Smoke the red earl, if you can. Call him by what name you will, and lead me to him.”
I hung my head, and burst into tears.
“He has deceived me.”
“What did I say?”
“Not that—not that. If I betray him, ’tis only in the hope of his being persuaded to some reformation. You will not work him evil?”
“That I swear. ’Tis only that I want to keep him out of harm’s way.”