"I forbid you to tell the Squire. Perhaps you would like to confide in Ulick, you appear to be very good friends?"
"It would be useless, he already knows everything," she said, quietly.
Warren Courtly felt decidedly small, but he hardly believed her.
"He knows nothing," he said.
"He does, for he was in her house on one occasion when you called to see Janet. He heard her story, and for my sake forbade her to speak of it, or return home," she said.
"For your sake," he said, sarcastically. "Did he tell you this?"
"No; Ulick is far too honourable for that," she replied, hotly. "He is not mean or underhand. Janet gave me the information."
"Which, no doubt, you were glad to receive," he said.
"I was, for it proved there was at least one man in the world who thought me worthy of sacrifices on his part," she answered, bitterly.
"If he knows I took Janet away, why does he not tell his father?" asked Warren.