He took her hand, and bore it to his lips. "Sweet," he murmured, "'twas a treason that you intended. Have you, then, no faith in me? Courage, sweetheart, they cannot hurt me."She clutched his hands, and looked up into his eyes. "You but say that to comfort me!" she cried.
"Not so," he answered gravely. "I tell you no more than what is true. They think they hold me. They will cheat, and lie and swear falsely to the end that they may destroy me. But they shall have their pains for nothing.""Ay - depend upon that," Rotherby mocked him. "Depend upon it - to the gallows."Mr Caryll's curious eyes smiled upon his brother, but his lips were contemptuous. "I am of your own blood, Rotherby - your brother," he said again, "and once already out of that consideration I have spared your life - because I would not have a brother's blood upon my hands." He sighed, and continued: "I had hoped that you had enough humanity to do the same. I deplore that you should lack it; but I deplore it for your own sake, because, after all, you are my brother. Apart from that, it matters nothing to me.""Will it matter nothing when you are proved a Jacobite spy?"cried her ladyship, enraged beyond endurance by this calm scorn of them. "Will it matter nothing when it is proved that you carried that letter, and would have carried that other -that you were empowered to treat in your exiled master's name?
Will that matter nothing?"
He looked at her an instant, then, as if utterly disdaining to answer her, he turned again to Rotherby. "I were a fool and blind, did I not see to the bottom of this turbid little puddle upon which you think to float your argosies. You are selling me. You are to make a bargain with the government to forbear the confiscations your father has incurred out of consideration of the service you can render by disclosing this plot, and you would throw me in as something tangible - in earnest of the others that may follow. Have I sounded the depths of your intent?""And if you have - what then?" demanded sullen Rotherby.
"This, my lord," answered Mr. Caryll, and he quoted: "`The man that once did sell the lion's skin while the beast lived, was killed with hunting him. Remember that!"'
They looked at him, impressed by the ringing voice in which he had spoken-a voice in which the ring was of mingled mockery and exultation. Then her ladyship shook off the impression, and laughed.
"With what d'ye threaten us?" she asked contemptuously.
"I - threaten, ma'am? Nay, I am incapable of threatening. Ido not threaten. I have reasoned with you, exhorted you, shown you cause why, had you one spark of decency left, you would allow me to depart and shield me from the law you have invoked to ruin me. I have hoped for your own sakes that you would be moved so to do. But since you will not - " He paused and shrugged. "On your own heads be it.""`On our own heads be what?" demanded Rotherby.
But Mr. Caryll smiled, and shook his head. "Did you know all, it might indeed influence your decision; and I would not have that happen. You have chosen, have you not, Rotherby? You will sell me; you will hang me - me, your father's son. Poor Rotherby! From my soul I pity you!""Pity me? Death! You impudent rogue! Keep your pity for those that need it.""That is why I offer it you, Rotherby," said Mr. Caryll, almost sadly. "In all my life, I have not met a man who stood more sorely in need of it, nor am I ever like to meet another."There was a movement without, a tap at the door; and Humphries entered to announce Mr. Green's return, accompanied by Mr. Second Secretary Templeton, and without waiting for more, he ushered them into the room.
