'And I am a widow. I am free again. I am a widow who never was a wife. Will, I would not speak ill of the dead--of the unburied: but ... alas! I can find no good words to speak of him. He can do no more harm--either to you or to me.' 'Let us not speak of him, then.' 'No--we must forget him. As for this money, Will, it is yours--your own--yours and Alice's--and the lovely boy's.' 'Jenny--all that we have is yours: all that we have and more ... more ... gratitude and love and devotion--which are more than gold.' CHAPTER XXIV COMMUTATION At that very moment, while we were trying to find words befitting the occasion which would not admit of grief yet demanded the respect due to Death, arrived the news so long expected. The Governor of the Prison, accompanied by our friend the Counsel for the Prosecution, stood at the door, followed by one of the Turnkeys. 'Madame,' said the Governor, 'I come to bring you news.' But he looked so serious that my heart sank. 'And I, Madame,' said the lawyer, 'shall be pleased to add a codicil to this intelligence.' 'Gentlemen, I have already this morning received news enough for one day at least. Am I, gentlemen, ordered to adorn the next procession along the Oxford Road?' 'No, Madame,' the Governor replied. 'But I wish the news were more joyful. I had hoped--I had expected--considering the whole case----' I looked at Jenny. She turned suddenly pale; I thought she was going to faint. Consider: she had persuaded herself that a full and immediate pardon would be granted. She had no doubt as to that point. She did not faint; she recovered and spoke with white lips and a hard forced voice. 'Tell me quick!' 'Madame, His Majesty has graciously commuted the sentence into transportation to the plantations for the term of five years.' Jenny made no reply. I groaned aloud. Transportation? To go out as a servant! To be bought by a planter and made to work in the tobacco fields under the lash? This for Jenny! All the world knew what transportation meant and what were the mercies served out to convicts. The Governor sighed and shook his head. The lawyer took up the tale. 'Madame,' he said, 'believe me; everything has been done that could be done. Had you pleaded Not Guilty you would most certainly have been acquitted. Madame, I know your reasons, and I respect them. You pleaded Guilty. Your reasons were not such as could be laid before the King, unless privately. The Judge in your case is a lawyer of great eminence; that is to say, he is jealous of the Law; he holds that above all things the Law must be feared. He is called a hanging Judge, being a most merciful man; but the Law must be respected. There must not be one Law for the rich rogue and another for the poor rogue.' 'Rich or poor,' said Jenny, 'I am a rogue for having stolen nightcaps in my garrets; and I am a rogue and a vagabond because I am an actress.' 'Nay, Madame; but the Toast of the Town, the most lovely----'