“About—that?”
“To get him to own up she did it.”
Eugene Hautville stared at his father, scowling his handsome dark brows. He was the most graceful mannered of all the Hautville sons, and by some accounted the best-looking.
“Is she crazy?” he said.
“No, she's a woman,” returned his father, with a strange accent of contempt and toleration.
“Did the coward lay it to her when she gave him the chance?” demanded Eugene.
“No; she said he wouldn't, to shield her.”
Eugene moved his axe suddenly; the lantern-light struck it, and there was a bright flash of sharp steel in their eyes. “Shield her!” he cried out, with an oath. “I wish I could meet him in the path once. I'd give him a taste before they put the rope 'round his neck, the lying murderer!”
David nodded his head in savage assent.
“What's going to be done with Madelon?” cried Eugene, fiercely.