"Sir Rowland," said she at parting, "your chivalry makes you take this matter too deeply to heart. You overlook the possibility that my cousin may have good reason for not desiring your interference."
He looked keenly at this little lady to whom a month ago he had been on the point of offering marriage. His coxcombry might readily have suggested to him that she was in love with him, but that his conscience and inclinations urged him to assure himself that this was not the case.
"What shall that mean, madam?" he asked her.
Diana hesitated. "What I have said is plain," she answered, and it was clear that she held something back.
Sir Rowland flattered himself upon the shrewdness with which he read her, never dreaming that he had but read just what she intended he should.
He stood squarely before her, shaking his great head. "Not plain enough for me," he said. Then his tone softened to one of prayer. "Tell me," he besought her.
"I can't! I can't!" she cried in feigned distress. "It were too disloyal."
He frowned. He caught her arm and pressed it, his heart sick with jealous alarm. "What do you mean? Tell me, tell me, Mistress Horton."
Diana lowered her eyes. "You'll not betray me?" she stipulated.
"Why, no. Tell me."
She flushed delicately. "I am disloyal to Ruth," she said, "and yet I am loath to see you cozened."
"Cozened?" quoth he hoarsely, his egregious vanity in arms. "Cozened?"
Diana explained. "Ruth was at his house to-day," said she, "closeted alone with him for an hour or more."
"Impossible!" he cried.
"Where else was the bargain made?" she asked, and shattered his last doubt. "You know that Mr. Wilding has not been here."
Yet Blake struggled heroically against conviction.
"She went to intercede for Richard," he protested. Miss Horton looked up at him, and under her glance Sir Rowland felt that he was a man of unfathomable ignorance. Then she turned aside her eyes and shrugged her shoulders 'very eloquently. "You are a man of the world, Sir Rowland. You cannot seriously suppose that any maid would so imperil her good name in any cause?"
Darker grew his florid countenance; his bulging eyes looked troubled and perplexed.
"You mean that she loves him?" he said, between question and assertion.
Diana pursed her lips. "You shall draw your own inference," quoth she.
He breathed heavily, and squared his broad shoulders, as one who braces himself for battle against an element stronger than himself.
"But her talk of sacrifice?" he cried.
Diana laughed, and again he was stung by her contempt of his perceptions. "Her brother is set against her marrying him," said she. "Here was her chance. Is it not very plain?"