“Ah, me,” she said, “love was a heady god in Verona. Here in England he could not solder such hostilities.”
Evander answered her passionately.
“Here in England love is a more glorious god yet, for he can fling a Puritan soldier at the feet of a Cavalier lady.”
Brilliana still stared straight before her.
“We have drifted from the land of shadows.”
Evander spoke from his heart.
“We have drifted into reality. I love you. I cannot change my faith for that, I cannot change my flag. But believe this, remember this, that in the Parliament’s army one Puritan is as true your lover as all the Cavaliers who worship you.”
Brilliana turned and looked at him now, very steadfastly:
“You do not speak by the book.”