“You speak as if you knew something against me,” said David. Then added fiercely, “Tell it!”
With an odd smile on his face the old man looked at Una.
“He says he is unworthy of you—you are free,” he said. “Una, how do you choose?”
She bowed her head before her lover.
“David, I love you,” she said.
The old man turned towards the house.
“David, I see your horse is lame; you have ridden him to death,” he said drily. “You had better spend the night at Stoneleigh.”