Ha! say you so, in this altered tone of voice! Have you met with any thing to-night to change your opinions on this subject? Have you seen any of the old women, so strangely spoken of, on the moor?
RUTHERFORD.
Would that I had only seen such!
DUNGARREN.
The voice in which you speak, the expression with which you look upon me, makes me tremble. Am I concerned with aught that you have seen?
RUTHERFORD.
You are, my dear Robert, and must think no more of Violet Murrey. (A deep silence.) Yes; it has stricken you to the heart. Think upon it as you ought. I expect no answer.
DUNGARREN (endeavouring to recover speech).
But I must——I will try——I must answer you, for I——(tearing open his waistcoat, and panting for breath.)——I can believe nothing that accuses her.
RUTHERFORD.
Were a daughter of my own concerned, I could not be more distressed.
