“Abbot Marshall knew his mind, but it was not easy for him.”
(The news had just arrived of the Abbot’s execution).
“Do you think not, mistress? I fear I still hold my opinion.”
“And what do you mean by that?”
“I mean that unless we have something to hold to, in these troublesome times, we shall drift. That is all.”
“Ah! and drift whither?”
Beatrice smiled so genially as she answered, that the other had no excuse for taking offence.
“Well, it might be better not to answer that.”
Lady Torridon looked at her with an impassive face.
“To hell, then?” she said.