"I do. An it be necessary I will prove my right to do so." He touched the hilt of his sword menacingly.
Captain Protheroe rose to his feet.
"You are mad," he cried angrily; "'tis impossible for me to fight you."
"Indeed!" scoffed Ralph, "would you have me brand you coward then?"
Captain Protheroe laughed scornfully.
"Bah! Perchance that would prove no easy matter. Seeing that those who know me would know it for a falsehood, and those who do not know me could be taught. No, Sir Ralph, I will not fight you. And for the other matter——" he paused. "You say that my attentions are a burden to Mistress Barbara?"
"I do. And that both for the sake of her fair name, and her own peace of mind, you must leave her."
"And I think, sir, you are mistaken. I will only leave Mistress Barbara at her express command."
"Since you know well she is too courteous ever to urge her way," sneered Ralph sharply.
Again there was silence. The captain was thinking now on all that had passed betwixt Barbara and himself; remembering her sweet trustful ways, her gentle words; treasuring that one golden hour together in the forest, ere discord had sent this man to part their souls.