“To be sure, sir.”
“Then I must make my terms with you.”
“You can talk of them, sir, though I may not be for listening to them when you have told me what you wish.”
John Gore sat back in the chair again, his eyes on the fire.
“Mrs. Jennifer, I want some one whom I can trust. I want to bring her to you here, away from people who wish her out of the world.”
Mrs. Winnie took up the poker and made a thrust or two at the fire.
“It’s good of you, sir, to give me the honor—”
“There shall be no danger to you or yours, I can promise that.”
“There, sir, I was not thinking of any such thing! We are only farming folk, and the lady may have prettier notions than—”
He bent forward suddenly and looked into her face.