Her pride-strength was already beginning to desert her.
"I had a Christian mother," answered Donal, "--have her yet, thank
God!--who taught me to love nothing but the truth; I have studied
the Bible from my childhood, often whole days together, when I was
out with the cattle or the sheep; and I have tried to do what the
Lords tells me, from nearly the earliest time I can remember.
Therefore I am able to set to my seal that God is true--that he is
light, and there is no darkness of unfairness or selfishness in him.
I love God with my whole heart and soul, my lady."
Arctura tried to say she too loved him so, but her conscience
interfered, and she could not.
"I don't say you don't love him," Donal went on; "but how you can
love him and believe such things of him, I don't understand.
Whoever taught them first was a terrible liar against God, who is
lovelier than all the imaginations of all his creatures can think."
Lady Arctura swept from the room--though she was trembling from head
to foot. At the door she turned and called Davie. The boy looked
up in his tutor's face, mutely asking if he should obey her.
"Go," said Donal.
In less than a minute he came back, his eyes full of tears.
"Arkie says she is going to tell papa. Is it true, Mr. Grant, that
you are a dangerous man? I do not believe it--though you do carry
such a big knife.
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