ask me to be a spy? Do you suppose that I will stoop to such meanness? I would rather never see Conrad Chenoweth's face again than to play the part of Judas.”
“But I desire you to help the cause of the Church by exposing the doings of the heretics.”
“That I will never do!”
“Boy, do you dare oppose me?” said the Baron in hoarse tones. “Beware how you thwart me! I have always been gentle with you, but it is not best to trifle with me.”
“I do not wish to oppose you, uncle, but my conscience forbids my engaging in such dishonorable duties.”
“It is a pity that your conscience does not bid you render me implicit obedience.”
Uncle and nephew stood looking at each other. There was something so noble and spiritual in the lad's beautiful face that the elder man's eyes fell before that searching, sorrowful gaze. At length the Baron said, “Hugo, you know my weakness. I cannot remain angry with you for long. Let us drop the matter and the advocate. At least you will respect my wishes so far as to cease all intercourse with that heretic?”
“Certainly, uncle,” answered Hugo with a sigh of regret.
