She answered, very quietly.
“He—and others—it is in the air—and because I know—something of what happened three years ago when this affair of the Macdonalds was first broached—”
“So—you care to remind me of that?” he interrupted hotly.
Her wide eyes held a mournful steadiness.
“Why not my lord? You need not fear any knowledge of mine! That the Macdonalds actually took the oath is now common talk—tell me—is this story of the massacre the truth?”
Very intently and earnestly she looked at him.
“It is horrible,” she said, “the cruelty—the treachery—babies slain and little children dying of cold—my lord, my lord, you did not sanction it?”
He turned his head slowly toward her.
“You may think so if you will,” he answered coldly.
Her hand fell from his chair, she drew back a step.