"He may be a prisoner.

We last had news of him from Worcester, and 'tis a week and more since the battle was fought there.

Should he be a captive, your uncle has sufficient influence to obtain his enlargement." Cynthia sighed, and moved towards the window.
"Poor Kenneth," she murmured gently.

"He may be wounded." "We shall soon learn," he answered.

His disappointment grew keener; where he had looked for grief he found no more than an expression of pitying concern.