“Yet none the less effectually, Hector.”
“Ah, John lad, but true love taketh a deal o’ killing, and moreover——”
“Gad’s life!” laughed Sir John. “What know you o’ love?”
Sir Hector quailed somewhat, dropped his hat and grew uncommonly red in the face, picking it up.
“Why, since you ask,” he answered, “I—I’ve read some such in a book.... But, talkin’ o’ Rose—Herminia——”
“Is so much waste o’ time and breath, Hector.”
“John ... O Johnnie, dae ye mean that?”
“Extremely!”
“You hae no desire to see her, or hear——”
“Positively no!”