“But we know not,” he resumed, “to what test thy love, thy constancy may be put. I do not doubt thee nor thy strength.”
“Say no more,” she again interrupted. “No persuasion, no promises, no threats, no torture shall ever prevail upon me to lisp one syllable of thy name as connected with this death. You can trust me in that.”
“Even though I should die to-morrow?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered.
“And such answer might be of advantage to thee?”
“Yes,” again came the firm reply.
Her assurance was of a character calculated to press him forward in his hastily formulated scheme of concealment.
“I trust you implicitly,” he said, “and now you must lose no time in flight.”
“And then?” came the quick inquiry.
“I shall go, too, but it must be by a different way. You know the exits from this tavern even better than I do.”