“I wish you to promise me, on your honor as a gentleman, and your faith as a Christian, to obey the one single command that I shall give you.”
“I promise, dear Eudora.”
“Then, my order is this: that you take the six o’clock train for London to-morrow morning, so as to be far from the scene that must be enacted here. I have your promise. I have given you the order, and you are pledged to obey it whether you like or not.”
“I am pledged,” groaned Montrose, dropping his face in his hands.
There was silence between them for a few moments, and then she spoke:
“And now, dear Malcolm, for the requests that I have to make of you, and that I feel sure you will grant without a promise.”
“Be sure that all your requests are at this moment as sacred to me as the laws of God.”
“Heaven bless you, dear Malcolm.”
“What is it you wish me to do, Eudora?”
“To carry out a plan which I would accomplish if I might be permitted to live.”