He read Mary's letter and acted like every
other lover, since love-letters first began. He was quick to note the
absence of the longed for, but not expected assurance, and when he did
not see it went straight to the point.
"She has promised to marry the French king to purchase my life. Is
that not true?"
"I hope not," I answered, evasively; "I have seen very little of her,
and she has said nothing about it."
"You are evading my question, I see. Do you know nothing of it?"
"Nothing," I replied, telling an unnecessary lie.
"Caskoden, you are either a liar or a blockhead."
"Make it a liar, Brandon," said I, laughingly, for I was sure of my
place in his heart and knew that he meant no offense.
I never doubt a friend; one would better be trustful of ninety-nine
friends who are false than doubtful of one who is true. Suspicion and
super-sensitiveness are at once the badge and the bane of a little
soul.
I did not leave the Tower until noon, and Brandon's pardon had been
delivered to him before I left.
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