But I cannot, after what has happened this morning, suffer my feelings towards you to remain unexplained, without the possibility of my being greatly misconceived.

Nay, do not answer till you have heard me out.

You are brave, Henry, beyond most men, honest and true as the steel you work upon--" "Stop--stop, Catharine, for mercy's sake! You never said so much that was good concerning me, save to introduce some bitter censure, of which your praises were the harbingers.

I am honest, and so forth, you would say, but a hot brained brawler, and common sworder or stabber." "I should injure both myself and you in calling you such.

No, Henry, to no common stabber, had he worn a plume in his bonnet and gold spurs on his heels, would Catharine Glover have offered the little grace she has this day voluntarily done to you.