"I can never be reconciled to the man who has taken the life of my brother." "Do you love your brother better than me?" "You and your father are not one." "If this is to be said of him I will always be one with papa. He did it for my sake and for yours. If they send him to prison I will go with him. George, tell the truth about it." "I always tell the truth," he said angrily. "Did he not do right to protect his girl's name? I will never leave him now; never. If everybody is against him, I will never leave him." No good was to be got from the interview. Whatever progress Lady Sarah may have made was altogether undone by the husband's sympathy for his injured brother. Mary declared to herself that if there must be two sides, if there must be a real quarrel, she could never be happy again, but that she certainly would not now desert her father. Then she was left alone. Ah, what would happen if the man were to die. Would any woman ever have risen to high rank in so miserable a manner! In her tumult of feelings she told her father everything, and was astonished by his equanimity. "It may be so," he said, "and if so, there will be considerable inconvenience." "Inconvenience, papa!" "There will be a coroner's inquest, and perhaps some kind of trial. But when the truth comes out no English jury will condemn me." "Who will tell the truth, papa?" The Dean knew it all, and was well aware that there would be no one to tell the truth on his behalf,--no one to tell it in such guise that a jury would be entitled to accept the telling as evidence. A verdict of manslaughter with punishment, at the discretion of the judge, would be the probable result. But the Dean did not choose to add to his daughter's discomfort by explaining this. "The chances are that this wretched man is dying. No doubt his health is bad. How should the health of such a man be good? But had he been so hurt as to die from it, the doctor would have found something out long since. He may be dying, but he is not dying from what I did to him." The Dean was disturbed, but in his perturbation he remembered that if the man were to die there would be nothing but that little alien Popenjoy between his daughter and the title.