Early on the next morning Lady Dudleigh saw her son. He had watched all that night by Dalton's bedside, and seemed pale and exhausted. “Reginald,” said Lady Dudleigh, “Sir Lionel is going away.” “Going away?” repeated Reginald, absently. “Yes; back to Dudleigh Manor.” Reginald looked inquiringly at his mother, but said nothing. “I intend,” said Lady Dudleigh, “to go with him.” “You?” “Yes.” Reginald looked at her mournfully. “Have you done any thing with him yet?” he asked. Lady Dudleigh shook her head. “Do you expect to do any thing?” “I do.” “I'm afraid you will be disappointed.” “I hope not. I have at least gained a hold upon him, and I have certainly worked upon his fears. If I remain with him now I hope in time to extort from him that confession which will save us all from an additional sorrow; one perhaps as terrible as any we have ever known, if not even more so.” “Confession!” repeated Reginald. “How is that possible? He will never confess--never. If he has remained silent so long, and has not been moved by the thought of all that he has done, what possible thing can move him? Nothing but the actual presence of the law. Nothing but force.” “Well,” said Lady Dudleigh, “it is worth trying--the other alternative is too terrible just yet. I hope to work upon his fears. I hope to persuade him to confess, and fly from the country to some place of safety. Frederick must be righted at all hazards, and I hope to show this so plainly to Sir Lionel that he will acquiesce in _my_ proposal, confess all, save Frederick, and then fly to some place where he may be safe. If not, why, then we can try the last resort. But oh, Reginald, do you not see how terrible that last resort is?--I against my husband, you against your father--both of us bringing him to the gallows! It is only the intolerable sense of Frederick's long-sufferings that can make me think of doing so terrible a thing. But Frederick is even now in danger. He must be saved; and the question is between the innocent and the guilty. I am strong enough to decide differently from what I did ten years ago.” “Oh, I know--I feel it all, mother dear,” said Reginald; “but at the same time I don't like the idea of your going away with him--alone.” “Why not?” “I don't like the idea of your putting yourself in his power.” “His power?” “Yes, in Dudleigh Manor, or any other place. He is desperate. He will not shrink from any thing that he thinks may save him from this danger. You will be his chief danger; he may think of getting rid of it. He is unscrupulous, and would stop at nothing.” “Oh, as for that, he may be desperate, but what can he possibly do? Dudleigh Manor is in the world. It is not in some remote place where the master is superior to law. He can do no more harm there than he can here.”