“Yes, it is right that he should go,” said Geoffrey.
“You say that because you wish to be rid of me, Geoffrey,” I answered hotly, “and you would be rid of me because you desire to take my place at the side of a certain maid. Follow your nature and do as you will, but if you would outwit an absent man no good shall come to you of it.”
“The girl is to him who can win her,” he said.
“The girl’s heart is won already, Geoffrey. You may buy her from her father but you can never win her heart, and without a heart she will be but a poor prize.”
“Peace! now is no time for such talk of love and maids,” said my father, “and listen. This is the tale of the Spanish murderer and your mother. I have said nothing of it heretofore, but now it must out. When I was a lad it happened that I also went to S
