Captain Wallace was no match for Patient, as might be seen.
"Have you seen Sir Edward since you saw M'Intyre?"
"No, Sir."
"Have you heard of his being here since then?"
"Being where?"
"Anywhere in this neighborhood."
Patient's answer came slowly this time, as if she were considering something before speaking. But it was, "No, Sir."
"Are you telling me the truth?" asked Captain Wallace, knitting his brows.
"I couldna tell ye aught else," answered Patient. "'Tis no lawful to do evil that good may come. But no good will come, Sir, of your hunting a man to death to whom Christ hath given power to become one of the sons of God."
"Oh dear! a Puritan!" murmured Wallace—"a Covenanter, for aught I know. Mr. Passmore, these are the most impracticable people you ever meet—these Puritans; particularly when they are Scots. There is not much loyalty among them; and what little there is is sacrificed to their religion at any moment."