"Well, about your conditions?"
"Our conditions are very easily complied with. The first is, that you never breathe to any living soul anything which my father has divulged in relation to the cause he loves."
"That is the whole of the first?"
"It is. You see I am trusting you as a Trevanion. I know that if you make a promise you will keep it."
"And the second?"
"The second is different." And I saw that Otho Killigrew spoke not so easily. He lost that calm self-possession which characterized him when he spoke about the Catholic cause. The blood mounted to his cheek, and his hand trembled.
"Tell me why you climbed the roof of the house!" he cried. "Tell me what happened there!"
"I am waiting to hear the condition," was my answer.
"Are you interested in Mistress Nancy Molesworth? Was that one of your reasons for coming here?" he asked eagerly. "Is she anything to you? Did you ever see her?"
I saw that Otho Killigrew was scarcely master of himself as he spoke of the maid I had seen that night. I remarked also that Benet had an ugly look on his face as he listened.