Robin lingered for a moment to finish his last notes.
"Mr. Alban," said Marjorie suddenly, without lifting her eyes from the paper on which she wrote.
"Yes?"
"You will take care to-morrow, will you not?" she said. "Mr. John is a little hot-headed. You must keep him to his route?"
"I will do my best," said Robin, smiling.
She lifted her clear eyes to his without tremor or shame.
"My heart would be broken altogether if aught happened to you. I look to you as our Lord's chief soldier in this county."
"But—"
"That is so," she said. "I do not know any man who has been made perfect in so short a time. You hold us all in your hands."