Let me know your reasons. I have a right
to know them."
"I will answer you, my lady," said Malcolm. "--Davy, go forward;
I will take the helm.--Now, my lady, if you will sit on that
cushion.--Rose, bring my lady a fur cloak you will find in the
cabin.--Now, my lady, if you will speak low that neither Davy
nor Rose shall hear us.--Travers is deaf--I will answer you."
"I ask you," said Florimel, "why you have dared to bring me away
like this. Nothing but some danger threatening me could justify
it."
"There you say it, my lady."
"And what is the danger, pray?"
'You were going on the continent with Lady Bellair and Lord Liftore
--and without me to do as I had promised."
"You insult me!" cried Florimel. "Are my movements to be subject
to the approbation of my groom? Is it possible my father could give
his henchman such authority over his daughter? I ask you again,
where was the danger?"
"In your company, my lady."
"So!" exclaimed Florimel, attempting to rise in sarcasm as she rose
in wrath, lest she should fall into undignified rage. "And what
may be your objection to my companions?"
"That Lady Bellair is not respected in any circle where her history
is known; and that her nephew is a scoundrel."
"It but adds to the wrong you heap on me, that you compel me
to hear such wicked abuse of my father's friends," said Florimel,
struggling with tears of anger.
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