“You shall feel me presently!” cried Forgue. “Put her down, I say.”
Neither of them spoke loud, for dread of neighbours.
Eppy began to writhe in Donal’s arms. Forgue laid hold of her, and Donal was compelled to put her down. She threw herself into the arms of her lover, and was on the point of fainting again.
“Get out of the house!” said Forgue to Donal.
“I am here on your father’s business!” returned Donal.
“A spy and informer!”
“He sent me to fetch him some papers.”
“It is a lie!” said Forgue; “I see it in your face!”
“So long as I speak the truth,” rejoined Donal, “it matters little that you should think me a liar. But, my lord, you must allow me to take Eppy home.”
“A likely thing!” answered Forgue, drawing Eppy closer, and looking at him with contempt.