Has. Where are your friends? When do you expect your ransom?
Pris. [Shaking her head.] Never.
Keep. She persists to say so; thinking by that declaration, we shall release her without a ransom.
Has. Is that your motive?
Pris. I know no motive for a falsehood.
Has. I was to blame—pardon me.
Keep. Your answers are somewhat prouder than usual.
[He retires up the stage.
Pris. They are.—[To Haswell] Forgive me—I am mild with all of these—but from a countenance like yours—I could not bear reproach.
Has. You flatter me.