You apparently have not the same scruples."
Merefleet also rose.
"You will apologise for that," he said, in a tone of conviction. "I don't
question your motives, but to fetch me out here and then insult me was
not a wise proceeding on your part."
Seton's hand clenched involuntarily. But he had put himself in the wrong,
and he knew it.
"Very well," he said at length, with a shrug. "I apologise for the
expression. But my opinion of you remains unaltered."
Merefleet ignored the qualification. He was bent on something more
important than the satisfaction of his own personal honour. "And now," he
said, with deliberate purpose, "I am going to have a private interview
with your cousin."
Seton started.
"You are going to do nothing of the sort," he said instantly.
Merefleet looked him over gravely.
"Look here, Seton!" he said. "You're making a fool of yourself. Take a
friend's advice--don't!"
Seton choked back his anger with a great effort. In spite of this there
was a passionate ring in his voice when he spoke that betrayed the
exceeding precariousness of his self-control.
"I can't let you see her," he said. "She is upset enough already. I have
promised her that she shall not be worried."
"Have you promised her to keep me from speaking to her?" Merefleet grimly
enquired.
"No." Seton spoke reluctantly.
"Then do this," said Merefleet.
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