“Oh, my lord, do not speak so loudly. I would feign warn you. I—I—”
She broke off in her agitation. But her apparent fear for him only filled her lover with a great joy. His voice softened.
“Fuji-wara, will you suffer yourself to listen hereafter to a confessed traitor?”
“Dear lord, traitor to the wrong?”
“Oh, dearest girl, can it actually be that you sympathize with our noble cause?”
“I—I—Tell me, do, pray tell me, with whom does the young Prince of Mori sympathize?”
“Oh, the rascal is a descendant of the Mori of whom I spoke just now.”
“And an adherent to his views?”
“Possibly.”
“You do not know for a fact,” she urged, tremulously, “just to what party the Prince does adhere?”