"Never! Say not so; it sounds like a prophecy. Never——"
"But as the earl, my husband, has sworn——"
"Oh, impiety!"
"The bride of a nobler and better."
"A better, say you?" exclaimed Murielle, with an angry laugh.
"Dispute it if you can—Robert, duke of Albany."
"An outlawed traitor," said Murielle, warming in her turn; "is this your husband's scheme?"
"Yes, a scheme formed for your honour."
"It is a bold one."
"Most of his schemes are so," replied Margaret, quietly.