"How?"
"I know not. He had also divined—oh, Roger! I must be very foolish, but he had divined that—that——"
"What, my dear maid?"
"That I love you," and she hid her face on my shoulder again, as though she were ashamed to show her face.
"How think you so?"
"He told me so, and—and I could not deny it."
"No," said I with a glad laugh, "and then?"
"He tried to trade upon my love. He said you were in his power, and that unless I promised him something you should die this very night."
"What was that?"