"His desk contains that which will cost him his head if discovered.

I know it," he assured her, and left her cold with fear.
"But, then, you--you ?" she cried.

"Is it true that you are a Jacobite ?" "True enough," he answered.
"Lord Rotherby knows it," she informed him.

"He told me it was so.
If--if you interfere in this, it--it may mean your ruin." She came to him swiftly, a great fear written or her winsome face.
"Sh," said he.

"I am not concerned to think of that at present.