“Would you, indeed?”
“Yes; and so would Justinian.”
“Well, you will neither of you be told. Come, now, it is growing late, and I wait for your confession.”
“No one will hear us?”
“Of course not; besides, we speak in Greek, which is not so common in England as in Hellas.”
Caliphronas let the smile die away from his lips, and looked keenly at Crispin.
“You will not reveal what I have now to tell you?”
“Not unless it is some villany.”
“It is no villany. It is an act of justice. Listen.”
The story, which did not take long to tell, drew forth many exclamations of surprise from Crispin, who for once in his life was astonished at the revelations of Caliphronas, and believed he was speaking the truth. Indeed, he could hardly help believing it, as many points of the story coincided with what he himself knew in connection with the Roylands family. When Caliphronas finished his recital, he flung himself back on the turf, and waited for Crispin to speak, which the young man did after a long pause.