“Nor do I,” she rejoined.  “Yet I would see it tasted.”

“Your mind shall be made easy on that score in a moment, my lady,” said Luke Hatton.

And taking a small wine-glass that stood by, he rinsed it with water and carefully wiped it; after which he poured a few drops of the liquid into it and swallowed them.

During this proceeding Lady Lake’s gaze never quitted him for a second.  Apparently satisfied with the test, she bade him return the phial to her.

“You had better let me pour it out for you, my lady,” he replied, cleansing the glass as before.  “The quantity must be exactly observed.  Twenty drops, and no more.”

“My hand is as steady as your own, and I can count the drops as accurately,” she rejoined, taking the phial from him.  “Twenty, you say?”

“Twenty, my lady,” rejoined Hatton, evidently displeased; “but perhaps you had better confine yourself to fifteen, or even ten.  ’T will be safer.”

“You think the larger dose might give me too much strength—­ha!  What say you to fifty, or a hundred?”

“It must not be, my lady—­it must not be.  You will destroy yourself.  It is my duty to prevent you.  I must insist upon your giving me back the phial, unless you will consent to obey my orders.”

“But I tell you, man, I will have a hundred drops of the cordial,” she cried pertinaciously.

“And I say you shall not, my lady,” he rejoined, unable in his anger to maintain the semblance of respect he had hitherto preserved, and endeavouring to obtain forcible possession of the phial.

But she was too quick for him.  And as he stretched out his hand for the purpose, the dagger gleamed before his eyes.

“Back, miscreant!” she cried; “your over-eagerness has betrayed you.  I now fully believe what I have hitherto doubted, that this is a counter-poison, and that I may safely use it.  It is time to unmask you, and to let you know that your villanies are discovered.  I am aware of the malignant practices you have resorted to, and that my daughter and myself would have been destroyed by your poisonous preparations.  But I now feel some security in the antidote I have obtained; and if I do perish I have the satisfaction of knowing that I shall not die unavenged, but that certain punishment awaits you and your employers.”

On this she poured out half the contents of the phial into the glass, saying as she drank it, “I reserve the other half for Lady Roos.”

Luke Hatton, who appeared thunder-stricken, made no further effort to prevent her, but turned to fly.  Lady Lake, however, upon whom the restorative effect of the cordial was almost magical, ordered him to stay, telling him if he went forth he would be arrested, on hearing which he sullenly obeyed her.