Fawside now remarked mentally that this was the third occasion on which she had been similarly interrupted.
"Here lurketh some mystery," thought he, glancing at his doublet, in the secret pocket of which his letters were concealed, "so let me be wary."
"These are exciting thoughts for one so weak and so severely wounded as you are," resumed the matron, for such she evidently was. "Know you who those outrageous assailants were?"
"Too well!—the men who slew my father under tryst, and my brave brother too, by falsity and secrecy, as 'tis said."
"And they?" faltered the lady.
"Who?"
"Your father and brother?"
"Were good men and leal."
"I doubt not that, sir. But their names?"
"Were second to none in the three Lothians."