Before noon my lord was taken in Thorn as a Catholic and a conspirator against the state. He met them calmly, with the fine carriage of the man of the world, courteous and debonair, ready even with an epigram and a smile. His face seemed strangely tranquil as he rode with his escort out of the gate of Thorn. “May the sins of the fathers rest not upon the children.” That was the prayer that his heart uttered. THE END * * * * * Transcriber’s Notes: Spelling and hyphenation have been left as in the original. Punctuation and minor typographical errors have been corrected without note. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Mad Barbara, by Warwick Deeping