'I will not lie to you again.'
'You never did,' she answered. And she stole a glance at me, a faint smile flickering about her lips. 'Your face never did, Master Martin.'
'Yet you wept sore enough for your chain,' I said.
She looked at me for a moment with something like anger in her gentle eyes, so that for that instant she seemed transformed. And she drew away from me.
'Did you think that I wept for that?' she said in a tone of offence. 'I did not.'
'Then for what?' I asked clumsily.
She looked two or three ways before she answered, and in the distance some one called me.
'There! you are wanted,' she said hurriedly.
'But you have not answered my question,' I said.
She took a step from me and paused, with her head half turned. 'I wept--I wept because I thought that I had lost a friend,' she said in a low voice. 'And I have few, Master Martin.'