"Be cautious, Mr. Belford. The man—"
"The man what?" I demanded.
"May think he has a cause. Wait a moment, please. A cause to believe that you are in the young woman's heart, and what more would he need to make him bitter toward you? Be reasonable."
"You are right, Washington; you are right. But when we meet, what then?"
"You must not meet."
"But we might."
"You must go away."
"What, to blast her name?"
"No, to save a life. Perhaps two lives."
"I will not go away. There will be but one life to forfeit—mine."