he began loftily; “and I would have you remember, sir, that you are my enemy, and that I owe you no loyalty.”
“I am content to be your enemy,” I answered.
“You do not dare to set upon me now,” he went on, with his old insolent, boastful smile. “Let me cry out, make a certain signal, and they without will be here in a twinkling, breaking in the door” — ”The signal set?” I said. “The mine laid, the match burning? Then ‘t is time that we were gone. When I bid the world good-night, my lord, my wife goes with me.”
His lips moved and his black eyes narrowed, but he did not speak.
“An my cheek did not burn so,” I said, “I