"McRae, remove the prisoners. And, laddie," he said to the denunciatory lawyer, "gin ye dinna haud your tongue, I'll commit yoursel' for contempt!" Lord Vincent, seeing that all opposition must be worse than vain, quietly yielded the point and followed his conductor. But Faustina's animal nature got the ascendency, and she resisted, fought and screamed like a wildcat. It took half a dozen policemen to put her into the carriage, and then the handcuffs had to be put on her. As soon as quiet was restored another case was called on. It was that of Frisbie, the ex-valet, charged with the murder of Ailsie Dunbar. CHAPTER XLVI THE FATE OF THE VISCOUNT. Oh, vanity of youthful blood, So by misuse to poison good. Reason awakes and views unbarred The sacred gates she wished to guard, Sees approach the harpy law, And Nemesis beholds with awe, Ready to seize the poor remains That vice has left of all his gains. Cold penitence, lame after-thought, With fear, despair, and horror fraught, Call back the guilty pleasures dead, Whom he has robbed and whom betrayed! --Bishop Hoadley. When the carriage containing the prisoners reached the jail, they were taken out to be conducted to the warden's office. The viscount, who was in a mood of suppressed fury, was attended by Policeman McRae and followed by old Cuthbert, broken-hearted by the dishonor of his master. Faustina, who had raged herself into a state of exhaustion and consequently of quietude, was attended by policeman Christie and supported by Mrs. MacDonald who tenderly soothed and flattered her. It was a busy day in the warden's office, and the warden had but little time to bestow on these interesting prisoners. "And sae they ha'e committed ye for trial, me laird, mair's the pity; and the puir lassie too; me heart is sair for her," said Auld Saundie Gra'ame, as they were led up to his desk to have their names re-entered upon the prison-books. "It was a most unwarrantable proceeding! a monstrous abuse of office! an outrage that should be punished by immediate impeachment!" burst forth the viscount, in a fury. "As to that, me laird, I ha'e never yet seen the prisoner enter these wa's wi' ony verra great esteem for the authorities that sent him here," dryly replied Auld Saundie. Then turning to an under-warden he said: "Ye'll convey the prisoners back to the cells occupied by them before." And Faustina was carried back to the woman's ward, followed by the sympathizing Mrs. MacDonald, who promised to remain with her until the hour of closing up. And the viscount, attended by Cuthbert, was conducted to his corner cell, there to abide until the day of trial. Old Cuthbert remained with his master until he was summoned to drive Mrs. MacDonald back to the castle.