"Loyalty to your King and a will to understand and assist his plans." "I could not follow him unless he will change his plans." The Baronet put down his fork and looked up at the young man. "Do you really mean what you say?" he demanded. "Is it so difficult for you to do your duty as a British subject?" "Sir Benjamin, always I have been taught that it is the duty of a British subject to resist oppression. The plans of the King are oppressive. I can not fall in with them. I love Margaret as I love my life, but I must keep myself worthy of her. If I could think so well of my conduct, it is because I have principles that are inviolable." "At least I hope you would promise me not to take up arms against the King." "Please don't ask me to do that. It would grieve me to fight against England. I hope it may never be, but I would rather fight than submit to tyranny." The Baronet made no reply to this declaration so firmly made. A new look came into his face. Indignation and resentment were there, but he did not forget the duty of a host. He began to speak of other things. The breakfast went on to its end in an atmosphere of cool politeness. When they were out upon the street together, Sir Benjamin turned to him and said: "Now that we are on neutral ground, I want to say that you Americans are a stiff-necked lot of people. You are not like any other breed of men. I am done with you. My way can not be yours. Let us part as friends and gentlemen ought to part. I say good-by with a sense of regret. I shall never forget your service to my wife and daughter." "Think not of that," said the young man. "What I did for them I would do for any one who needed my help." "I have to ask you to give up all hope of marrying my daughter." "That I can not do," said Jack. "Over that hope I have no control. I might as well promise not to breathe." "But I must ask you to give me your word as a gentleman that you will hold no further communication with her." "Sir Benjamin, I shall be frank with you. It is an unfair request. I can not agree to it." "What do you say?" the Englishman asked in a tone of astonishment, and his query was emphasized with a firm tap of his cane on the pavement. "I hate to displease you, sir, but if I made such a promise, I would be sure to break it." "Then, sir, I shall see to it that you have no opportunity to oppose my will." In spite of his fine restraint, the eyes of the Baronet glowed with anger, as he quickly turned from the young man and hurried away. "Here is more tyranny," the American thought as he went in the opposite direction. "But I do not believe he can keep us apart."