"I scarce know," he replied.
"Lal, that is not the truth." "How ?" "'Tis not the truth.

I am not to be put off with such an answer.
Yourself you said that you had warned him not to cross your path.

What path was in your mind ?" Lionel leaned his elbows on the table and took his head in his hands.
Weak from loss of blood, overwrought mentally as well, in a state of revulsion and reaction also from the pursuit which had been the cause of to-night's tragic affair, he had not strength to withhold the confidence his brother asked.

On the contrary, it seemed to him that in making such a confidence, he would find a haven and refuge in Sir Oliver.
"'Twas that wanton at Malpas was the cause of all," he complained.

And Sir Oliver's eye flashed at the words.