You and your mother--curse her!--went to the Elms in my absence--_you_ and she--and said I had promised to _marry_ you! There--yes or no.

Didn't you?
And could you or could she have uttered a more utterly damnable lie ?' ''Twas _she_, Master Richard--troth an' faith.

I never knew she was going to say the like--no more I didn't.' 'A likely story, truly, Miss Nan!' said the young rake, bitterly.
'Oh! Masther Richard! by this cross!--you won't believe me--'tis as true as you're standin' there--until she said it to Miss Lily--' 'Hold your tongue!' cried Devereux, so fiercely, that she thought him half wild; 'do you think 'tis a pin's point to me which of you first coined or uttered the lie?
Listen to me; I'm a desperate man, and I'll take a course with you both you'll not like, unless you go to-morrow and see Dr.Walsingham yourself, and tell him the whole truth--yes, the truth--what the devil do I care ?--speak that, and make the most of it.
But tell him plainly that your story about my having promised to marry you--do you hear--was a lie, from first to last--a lie--a lie--without so much as a grain of truth mixed up in it.

All a cursed--devil's--woman's invention.

Now, mind ye, Miss Nan, if you don't, I'll bring you and your mother into court, or I'll have the truth out of you.' 'But there's no need to threaten, sure, you know, Masther Richard, I'd do anything for you--I would.