“I will, indeed, my lady.”
“Every day?”
“Yes, most certainly,” he replied.
She smiled, and so dismissed him. He went with his heart full.
A little way from the door stood Forgue, waiting for him to come out. He had sent the doctor to his father. Donal passed him with a bend of the head. He followed him to the schoolroom.
“It is time this farce was over, Grant!” he said.
“Farce, my lord!” repeated Donal indignantly.
“These attentions to my lady.”
“I have paid her no more attention than I would your lordship, had you required it,” answered Donal sternly.
“That would have been convenient doubtless! But there has been enough of humbug, and now for an end to it! Ever since you came here, you have been at work on the mind of that inexperienced girl—with your damned religion!—for what end you know best! and now you’ve half killed her by persuading her to go out with you instead of me! The brute was lame and not fit to ride! Any fool might have seen that!”