"What kind of man is he? And what kind of man is—is his son?"
Again I did not spare myself, indeed I took a sort of savage delight in describing the two men I had promised to serve.
"And if you had taken me to Treviscoe, you would claim the deeds. You would have fulfilled your obligations to them, and the old homestead would be yours?"
"Forgive me," I cried, "I did not know I could have become so base," and indeed at that moment I felt unworthy to ride by her side.
"Can you think of Trevisa's purpose in wanting to get me there?" she asked, without seeming to notice my words.
"I think I told you," I replied bitterly.
"Yes, but he told you nothing of the means by which he hoped to carry out his purpose?"
"No, it was nothing to me. I was desperate, mad. Besides I thought not of that, and I—I loved adventure."
"But you give me your sacred promise that you will take me wherever I desire to go?"
"You know I do. I despise myself. Believe me, I am not at heart a base villain, and I am anxious to prove to you how bitterly I repent—what I bargained to do. I long to break my miserable promise; nay, I shall be glad to bear the consequences of failing to redeem my pledge to him. I—I will do anything, suffer anything to carry out your purposes." This I said hesitatingly, because it came to me that I was betraying the love for her which was burning in my heart.