The state bordering on frenzy into which the mob had been cast was responsible, for the most part, for the violence of the celebration, nevertheless there stood many sober and composed individuals apart from the ranks who had looked on in silent acquiescence during the riotous proceedings. Arnold had fallen to the lowest ebb of infamy and contempt so that even his past services were entirely forgotten. There was no palliation. There were no extenuating circumstances. The enormity of his crime alone mattered. His name could not be mentioned without a shudder. Mount Pleasant was not permitted to remain idle. It soon was seized by the city authorities and rented to Baron Steuben, the disciplinarian of the American Army and the author of its first Manual of Arms. The household furniture, too, had been removed and offered for sale at public auction, while the coach and four was bought by a trader at the Coffee House. Arnold's presence in the city was now no more than a memory--a memory, indeed, but a sad one. "He would never escape the fury of that crowd," Mr. Allison observed to his daughter as the two journeyed homewards. "They would surely put him to death." "If they ever lay hands on him--they might perhaps cut off his wounded leg, but the rest of him they would burn." She considered. "I can scarce believe it--it seems too awful." "Well! I never could see much good in a bigot. A man with a truly broad and charitable soul has no room in him for base designs. Arnold would crucify us if he could, yet we have lived to see him repudiated by his own." "It does seem after all that God takes care of His own. Even the sparrow does not fall to the ground." Plainly the spirit of the evening had awakened a serious vein of thought in the two. They could take no delight in a tragedy so intimately interwoven with pity and compassion. The fate of the two principal actors, the courageous Arnold and the ambitious Andre, erstwhile known as Anderson, could not fail to touch their hearts. Their lot was not enviable; but it was lamentable. "And John Anderson, too," said Marjorie, "I cannot believe it." "When the truth is known, I am of the opinion that he will be more pitied and less condemned. Arnold was the chief actor. Andre a mere pawn." "How brilliant he was! You remember his visits? The afternoon at the piano?" "Yes. He was talented. But to what purpose?" "I am sorry." And so were the many. CHAPTER VII I "Stephen, wilt thou take Marjorie here present for thy lawful wife, according to the rite of our Holy Mother, the Church?" Audibly and distinctly resounded the voice of Father Farmer throughout the little church as he read from the Roman Ritual the form of the sacrament of Matrimony. "I will," answered Stephen deliberately. "Marjorie, wilt thou take Stephen here present for thy lawful husband, according to the rite of our Holy Mother, the Church?" "I will," was the soft response.