"I have felt all along," she said, "that that would be the end. It's his life, Colonel Grey, that he's given--for a packet of letters. A packet of letters! ... Oh! dear God!" she cried, and dropped her face on her arms and broke down again and wept. "And what is his reward?" she flashed suddenly, looking up at him through her tears. "He came to you,--to you--I don't know why, unless it's because you are a soldier and he felt that as a soldier you judged him--full of a human appeal, and you crushed ruthlessly the glimmering hope he cherished of justifying himself... I saw the hope slain in his eyes, heard it die out of his voice. It was the cruellest thing you could have done. You knew, being a soldier, what your judgment meant." Colonel Grey flushed quickly. He stood before her awkward, hesitating,--accused, judged, condemned, and powerless to defend himself. It was the very devil to be censured with quiet vehemence by a beautiful weeping woman, and be unable to retort. He felt that in a measure he deserved her censure. His conscience was not entirely free from reproach. He had realised the direct appeal in Lawless' attempt at self-justification, had recognised, as he had grudgingly admitted, extenuating circumstances, but if the man had been dying before him he doubted that he could have concealed his disapproval of conduct that no soldier could possibly defend. He sympathised with the man; in many ways he admired him; but the crime of treachery must ever remain a crime in his eyes. It was inexcusable, unjustifiable. "I think, Mrs Lawless, that your husband, having been a soldier himself, will understand what you, perhaps, cannot," he said. "I'm glad he explained as he did; it gave one an insight into the motives that can move a man to commit unworthy and seemingly inexplicable acts. I have both liking and respect for him apart from that grave offence, which I cannot in sincerity condone, though I appreciate his reason as he gave it. He is a brave man guilty of a serious mistake." "Ah! if we all had to pay so dearly for our mistakes!" she said, and brushed away the tears impatiently as they flowed freely over her cheeks. "But I don't know why I reproach you. I felt once as you feel about it--and I let him see it. That was the beginning of our estrangement. I see things differently now. I see points of honour differently. Human beings can't be classed and judged by a code. It is necessary to make distinctions. The individual has direct and special claims which you men drilled in a system don't understand." "The judgment of human affairs is beyond human comprehension," Colonel Grey said quietly.