“Yes, he was a cowardly fellow. What induced him to do it?”
“Because Barry’s brother shot him. I suspect he was excited at the remembrance of his own sufferings, and urged on to desperation by the fellow that was with him; and, in a moment of madness, thought to revenge himself.”
“This was not right, Margaret; it was still very cowardly.”
“Why, yes, it was; but—but, I do not defend him, sir.”
“What then, Margaret? what then?”
“Why, I was to blame, sir!”
“Why so?”
“Because I told him Barry loved me, sir.”
“Ho, ho! a little jealousy, was it? Was it so, Margaret? Well, well, he will be more jealous now.”
“I’m sorry for it, sir. Had I not thought he would have known my preference for him, I should not have told him this. It is this I blame myself for, as much as I do him. I hope Barry will do well, sir.”