Sir Robert.
[Rising and turning away.] Don't talk to me.
Margaret.
Listen again, sir. I've done no real harm here,
and the worst you could do would be to charge me
with espionage. But if it will save my people to
accuse me of something else—something more
serious, something they could be no parties to—I'll not defend myself. Your Courts shall do what
they like with me—send me to the Tower if they
please . . . execute me, shoot me . . .
Sir Robert.
It may be the Tower, in any case, my girl.
Margaret.
You mean for me?
Sir Robert.
For all of you.
Margaret.
[Gasping with horror.] Do you mean that—that
their lives are in danger? [Sir Robert nods without speaking. Margaret gasps.] Oh! [After a breathless moment, panting.] Sir Robert Temple, you are great
and powerful. I am only a woman—let me go.
Sir Robert.
Go, if you wish to. [With a little cry of joy she is making for the door, when he raises his hand.] But,
if you are wise, you'll stay where you are—for the
