"Perhaps," she said, looking at him from a height, "and perhaps not. And to whom else do you owe a duty, and have you filled it better?"
"I owe a service to a most gracious hostess, and that is to please her in every way I can. Whether by my will or not, I have surely given you satisfaction by allowing Mr. Henry Pollock to escape, instead of bringing him tied with ropes to Paisley Castle. So far as my information goes you may sleep quietly to-night, for he is safe in some rebel's house. Yet I am sorry from my heart," said Claverhouse, "and I am sorry for your sake, since I make no doubt he will die some day soon, either on the hill or on the scaffold."
"For my sake?" said Jean, looking at him in amazement. "What have I to do with him more than other women?"
"If I have touched upon a secret thing which ought not to be spoken of, I ask your pardon upon my bended knees. But I was told, it seemed to me from a sure quarter, that there was some love passage between you and Henry Pollock, and that indeed you were betrothed for marriage."
As Claverhouse spoke the red blood flowed over Jean's face and ebbed as quickly. She looked at Claverhouse steadily, and answered him in a quiet and intense voice, which quivered with emotion.
"Ye were told wrong, then, Claverhouse, for I have never been betrothed to any man, and I shall never be the wife of Henry Pollock. I am not worthy, for he is a saint, and God knows I am not that nor ever likely to be, but only a woman. But I tell you, face to face, that I respect him, suffering for his religion more than those who pursue him unto his death. And when he dies, for his testimony, he will have greater honor than those who have murdered him. But they did me too much grace who betrothed me to Henry Pollock; if I am ever married it will be to more ordinary flesh and blood, and I doubt me"--here her mood changed, and the tension relaxing, she smiled on Claverhouse--"whether it will be to any Covenanter."
"Lady Jean," said Claverhouse, with a new light breaking on him, for he began to suspect another cause of her anger, "it concerns me to see you standing while there is this fair seat, and, with your leave, may I sit beside you? Can you give me a few minutes of your time before we part--I to go on my way and you on yours. I hope mine will not bring me again to Paisley Castle, where I am, as the hillmen would say, 'a stumbling-block and an offence.'" Jean, glancing quickly at him, saw that Claverhouse was not mocking, but speaking with a note of sad sincerity.