To table once more, and Gerard drank to woman's wit: “'Tis stronger than man's force,” said he.
“Ay,” said Margaret, “when those she loves are in danger; not else.”
To-night Gerard stayed with her longer than usual, and went home prouder than ever of her, and happy as a prince. Some little distance from home, under the shadow of some trees, he encountered two figures: they almost barred his way.
It was his father and mother.
Out so late! what could be the cause?
A chill fell on him.
He stopped and looked at them: they stood grim and silent. He stammered out some words of inquiry.
“Why ask?” said the father; “you know why we are here.”
“Oh, Gerard!” said his mother, with a voice full of reproach yet of affection.
Gerard's heart quaked: he was silent.