“Then on your own stupid head rest the consequences. Do you know one Hervey, a preacher?”
“I do,” said Allan, firmly.
“Ha, here it comes! You have then spoken to that man, most godly Allan?”
“I have spoken to him.”
“He has been in your house?”
“I do not mean to deny that he has.”
“Has he not sung psalms in your house, and prayed in your house, and lodged in your house? Eh? And was it not last night that these doings were going on?”
“I will gainsay nothing of what you have said.”
“Then Allan Hamilton,” said the other, “I tell you plainly that you have harboured a traitor; and that unless you deliver him up, or tell where he may be found, I shall hold you guilty of treason, and punish you accordingly.”
“The Lord’s will be done,” answered Hamilton, with a deep sigh. “What I did was an act of common charity. The old man applied to me in his distress; and it would have been cruel to have closed my door against him. Wreak your will upon me as it pleases you. Where he has gone I know not; and though I did know, I should hardly consider myself justified in telling you.”