"'Tis a battle-light flaming in your eyes." "'Tis the shame of it all which crazes me," I responded, trembling with passion, yet yielding to the influence of his presence.

"You have not yet heard the story, so cannot rightly judge our position here." As briefly as possible I reviewed the adventures of our little party since leaving New Orleans, and it was good to observe with what growing interest he followed the simple story, interrupting with but few questions until I reached the end.

Then his soft hand closed warmly over mine, his eyes upon my face.
"It is a brave tale," he said kindly, "one not unworthy the days of knighthood.

Yet, good friend, it is scarcely well for you to think thus tenderly regarding the wife of another.

'T is against the laws of Holy Church, and can only lead to harm and suffering.