"Such words I will not listen to. Plainly now I tell you, your wife I

will never be,--never, never, never!"

"I will love you, Katherine, beyond your dream of love. I will die

rather than see you the wife of another man. For your bow of ribbon,

only see what I have suffered."

"And, also, what have you made another to suffer?"

"Oh, I wish that I had slain him!"

"Not your fault is it that you did not murder him."

"An affair of honour is not murder, Katherine."

"Honour!--Name not the word. From a dozen wounds your enemy was

bleeding; to go on fighting a dying man was murder, not honour. Brave

some call you: in my heart I say, 'Neil Semple was a savage and a

coward.'"

"Katherine, I will not be angry with you."

"I wish that you should be angry with me."

"Because some day you will be very sorry for these foolish words, my

dear love."

"Your dear love I am not."

"My dear love, give me a drink of wine, I am faint."

His faint whispered words and deathlike countenance moved her to human

pity. She rose for the wine, and, as she did so, called her mother; but

Neil had at least the satisfaction of feeling that she had ministered to

his weakness, and held the wine to his lips. From this time, he visited

her constantly, unmindful of her frowns, deaf to all her unkind words,

patient under the most pointed slights and neglect. And as most men rate

an object according to the difficulty experienced in attaining it,

Katherine became every day more precious and desirable in Neil's eyes.

In the meantime, without being watched, Katherine felt herself to be

under a certain amount of restraint. If she proposed a walk into the

city, Joanna or madam was sure to have the same desire. She was not

forbidden to visit Mrs. Gordon, but events were so arranged as to make

the visit almost impossible; and only once, during the month after her

marriage, had she an interview with her husband. For even Hyde's

impatience had recognized the absolute necessity of circumspection. The

landlord's suspicions had been awakened, and not very certainly allayed.

"There must be no scandal about my house, Captain," he said. "I merit

something better from you;" and, after this injunction, it was very

likely that Mrs. Gordon's companions would be closely scrutinized. True,

the "King's Arms" was the great rendezvous of the military and

government officials, and the landlord himself subserviently loyal; but,

also, Joris Van Heemskirk was not a man with whom any good citizen would

like to quarrel. Personally he was much beloved, and socially he stood

as representative of a class which held in their hands commercial and

political power no one cared to oppose or offend.




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