"Ye never told him ye were a highwayman?" he cried.
"Yes, I did. Why not?"
"Why not? Why wot? God help us all! are ye daft, man? Do ye intend to tell every other person ye meet what ye are? Bedad, 'tis mad ye are entirely!"
Carstares sighed.
"I was afraid you would not understand."
"'Twould take a wizard to understand ye! Another chivalrous impulse, I doubt not?"
"Chiv—! No. It is just that I could not let him think me an honourable gentleman. He took it well, on the whole, and is now frigidly polite."
"Polite! I should hope so! The ould scarecrow, after ye'd saved his daughter on him, too! And 'twas he made ye so furious?"
Carstares laughed.
"He and myself. You see—he—lectured me—oh! quite kindly—on the error of my ways, and—it hurt."