“I can do nothing underhand,” replied Donal. “I will help no man to keep an unrighteous secret, but neither will I secretly disclose it.”
Meeting him a few days after, Forgue would have passed him without recognition, but Donal stopped him, and said—
“I believe, my lord, you have seen Eppy since your return.”
“What the deuce is that to you?”
“I wish your lordship to understand that whatever comes to my knowledge concerning your proceedings in regard to her, I will report to your father if I see fit.”
“The warning is unnecessary. Few informers, however, would have given me the advantage, and I thank you: so far I am indebted to you. None the less the shame of the informer remains!”
“Your lordship’s judgment of me is no more to me than that of yon rook up there.”
“You doubt my honour?” said Forgue with a sneer.
“I do. I doubt you. You do not know yourself. Time will show. For God’s sake, my lord, look to yourself! You are in terrible danger.”
“I would rather do wrong for love than right for fear. I scorn such threats.”