"Forgive me, if I am still mistrustful." "But of what ?" he cried, a thought impatiently.
"Of you.

What ends did you seek to serve?
Was it to save Richard that you came ?" "Unless you think that it was to save Blake," he said ironically.

"What other ends do you conceive I could have served ?" She made him no answer, and so he resumed after a pause.

"I rode to Taunton to serve you for two reasons; because you asked me, and because I would have no innocent men suffer in my stead--not even though, as these men, they were but caught in their own toils, hoist with the petard they had charged for me.
Beyond these two motives, I had no other thought in ruining myself." "Ruining yourself ?" she cried.

Yes, it was true; but she had not thought of it until this moment; there had been so much to think of.
"Is it not ruin to be outlawed, to have a price set upon your head, as will no doubt a price be set on mine when Albemarle's messenger shall have reached Whitehall?
Is it not ruin to have my lands and all I own made forfeit to the State, to find myself a beggar, hunted and proscribed?
Forgive me that I harass you with this catalogue of my misfortunes.