When lord Morven heard of his son's return, he sent for Donal, received him in a friendly way, gave him to understand that, however he might fail to fall in with his views, he depended thoroughly on his honesty, and begged he would keep him informed of his son's proceedings.
Donal replied that, while he fully acknowledged his lordship's right to know what his son was doing, he could not take the office of a spy.
"But I will warn lord Forgue," he concluded, "that I may see it right to let his father know what he is about. I fancy, however, he understands as much already."
"Pooh! that would be only to teach him cunning," said the earl.
"I can do nothing underhand," replied Donal. "I will help no man to keep an unrighteous secret, but neither will I secretly disclose it."
Meeting him a few days after, Forgue would have passed him without recognition, but Donal stopped him, and said--"I believe, my lord, you have seen Eppy since your return."
"What the deuce is that to you?"
"I wish your lordship to understand that whatever comes to my knowledge concerning your proceedings in regard to her, I will report to your father if I see fit."
"The warning is unnecessary. Few informers, however, would have given me the advantage, and I thank you: so far I am indebted to you. None the less the shame of the informer remains!"
"Your lordship's judgment of me is no more to me than that of yon rook up there."
"You doubt my honour?" said Forgue with a sneer.
"I do. I doubt you. You do not know yourself. Time will show. For God's sake, my lord, look to yourself! You are in terrible danger."
"I would rather do wrong for love than right for fear. I scorn such threats."
"Threats, my lord!" echoed Donal. "Is it a threat to warn you that your very consciousness may become a curse to you? that to know yourself may be your hell? that you may come to make it your first care to forget what you are? Do you know what Shakspere says of Tarquin--Besides, his soul's fair temple is defaced;
To whose weak ruins muster troops of cares, To ask the spotted princess how she fares--?"
"Oh, hang your preaching!" cried Forgue, and turned away.
"My lord," said Donal, "if you will not hear me, there are preachers you must."
"They will not be quite so long-winded then!" Forgue answered.
"You are right," said Donal; "they will not."
