“If you were a King’s man would you applaud me?”
“If I were a King’s man,” Evander confessed, “I could not choose but applaud you.”
“But being a Puritan?” Brilliana persisted.
“Why,” said Evander, “being a Puritan, I must ask you, were you just to your victims?”
Brilliana swept them away disdainfully.
“Each would have cheated the King in an hour, when, to all who think with me, to cheat the King is little better than to cheat God. But your scrupulosity need not shiver. If the King do not knight my misers I will requite them, little as they deserve it.”
Evander admired her.
“You are a brave lady.”
Brilliana gave a sigh.