Think you I would give him one?
Had he but touched my lips, think you I would ever allow John to soil himself again by kissing them?
Fear not, Malcolm.

Fear not for John nor for me.
No man will ever receive from me a favor, the granting of which would make me unfit to be John's--John's wife.

I have paid too dearly for him to throw him away for a penny whistle that I do not want." Then she grew earnest, with a touch of anger: "Leicester! What reason, suppose you, Malcolm, have I for treating him as I do?
Think you I act from sheer wantonness?
If there were one little spot of that fault upon my soul, I would tear myself from John, though I should die for it." Her laughing mood had passed away, and I feared to say that I could see no reason other than coquetry for her conduct, I feared the red-haired tigress would scratch my eyes out.
"I have wanted to see you," she continued, "that I might tell you of my plans and of the way they are working out, but now since you have spoken to me in this manner, Sir Malcolm Francois de Lorraine Vernon, I shall tell you nothing.

You suspect me.

Therefore, you shall wait with the rest of the world to learn my purposes.