CHAPTER V.
Lady Carruthers.
My lady rose from her seat with an air of almost tragical dignity.
"My son in prison!" she cried; "I cannot believe it.

What has come over him?
Can you explain the mystery to me, Mr.Forster ?" "I cannot--the only thing that occurs to me is that he has gone to this count's room for some purpose that he will confide to no one, and that he has taken the watch in his hands and was discovered with it.

He asked me to tell you that the honor of the Carruthers sealed his lips." "Did he say that--my Basil, Mr.Forster?
If that be the case, rest assured--although I blush to say it--there is a woman in it.

I can imagine Basil capable of suffering anything from a mistaken motive of chivalry.

Do you know with whom Mr.Carruthers has chiefly associated since he has been in town ?" "I do not.