“But proves nothing.”
“Yes! it proves much; for it proves that you knew what was supposed to be known but to him alone.”
“It was known to you, and holy men debated on it,” replied Schriften, with a sneer.
“How knew you that, again?”
“He! he!” replied Schriften. “Forgive me, lady; I meant not to affront you.”
“You cannot deny that you are connected mysteriously and incomprehensibly with this mission of my husband’s. Tell me, is it, as he believes, true and holy?”
“If he thinks that it is true and holy, it becomes so.”
“Why, then, do you appear his enemy?”
“I am not his enemy, fair lady.”
“You are not his enemy?—why, then, did you once attempt to deprive him of the mystic relic by which the mission is to be accomplished?”