"You have been conversing with the Duke of Cumberland," supplied Colonel Conway. "Oh, I implore your royal highness to forgive me!" exclaimed Constance. "Had I known----" "I shall die with shame!" cried Beppy. At this moment Dr. Byrom and Atherton were ushered into the cabinet. On beholding the Duke of Cumberland, whom both the new-comers recognised, they knew not what to think, but each made a profound obeisance. "This is my nephew, Sir Conway Rawcliffe, your royal highness," said the colonel. "Hitherto, I have only known him as Captain Legh, the rebel," observed the duke, rather sternly. "Rebel no longer," said Colonel Conway. "He has come to deliver himself up to your royal highness, and to solicit your gracious forgiveness for his misdeeds." "Does he acknowledge his errors?" demanded the duke. "He heartily and sincerely abjures them. If a pardon be extended to him, your august sire will ever find him a loyal subject." "Is this so?" demanded the duke. "It is," replied the young man, bending lowly before the duke. "I here vow allegiance to the king, your father." "Well, Sir Conway," replied the duke, "since you are sensible of your errors, I will promise you a pardon from his majesty. But you will understand that a point has been strained in your favour, and that you owe your life partly to the intercession of your uncle, whose great services I desire to reward, and partly to the solicitations of these your friends. It has been said of me, I know, that I am of a savage and inflexible disposition; but I should be savage, indeed, if I could resist such prayers as have been addressed to me--especially by your fair cousin," he added, glancing at Constance. "Those who have termed your royal highness savage have done you a great injustice," she said. "I must bear the remarks of my enemies," pursued the duke, "satisfied that I act for the best. Here is your protection," he continued, giving Sir Conway the document he had just drawn up and signed. "You will receive your pardon hereafter." "I thank your royal highness from the bottom of my heart," said Sir Conway. "You will have no reason to regret your clemency." "Serve the king as well as you have served his enemies, and I shall be content," said the duke. "'Tis lucky for you that your estates will not be forfeited. But I hope your fair cousin may still continue mistress of Rawcliffe." "I would never deprive her of the property," said Sir Conway. "Nay, you must share it with her. And take heed, my dear young lady, if you are united to Sir Conway, as I hope you may be, that you do not shake his loyalty. You must forswear all your Jacobite principles." "They are forsworn already," she said. "May I venture to put in a word?" observed Dr. Byrom. "Such faith had I in your royal highness's clemency, and in your known friendship for Colonel Conway, that I urged his nephew to take this step which has had so happy a result." "You then are the author of the plot?" cried the duke.