dawn seemed to glow like night; the corrosion of a jealous hate was in him, and in its evil all other memories were drowned, all desires quenched, all loyalty loosened.
The other touched him as he turned and strode over the wet stone-strewn beach.
"Wait. Where do you go?"
"I go to 'make it daylight,' as you say—daylight strong enough to unbare your villany."
"But first you must hear"
"I have heard too much."
"Stop an instant. Remember, I have known the story of Idalia as you will never know it."
"The more you know, the more honour should bind you into silence."
"Madman! When I tell you"
"Mad I may be. Rather that than a traitor."
"It is a traitress of whom we speak."
Erceldoune's eyes flashed a strange glance into his; it was scorching as fire, yet it had in it a terrible appeal.
"Take care what you do. You will make me kill you."
"No. But I will make you prove my words truth or slander."
"I go to do it."
