"I will tell you.

He's a spy--a damned Jacobite spy, whom a word from me will hang." Her eyes lashed him with her scorn.

"I were a fool did I believe you," was her contemptuous answer.
"Ask him," he said, and laughed.

He turned and strode to the door.
Paused there, sardonic, looking back.

"I shall be quits with you, ma'am.
Quits! I'll hang this pretty turtle of yours at Tyburn.