"Every plan gone wrong, and out of it all we can only say that he has escaped from prison for whom no prison could be enough of hell! Though he be your brother, I tell it to your face, the gallows had been too good for John Law! Look you below.

See that girl, pure as an angel, as noble and generous a soul us ever breathed--what hath she done to deserve this fate?
You have brought her from her home, and to that home she can not now return unsmirched.
And all this for a man who is at this moment fleeing with the woman whom she deemed her friend! What is there left in life for her ?" Will Law groaned and buried his own head deeper in his hands.

"What is there left for any of us ?" said he.

"What is there left for me ?" "For you ?" said Sir Arthur, questioningly.

"Why, the next ship back from Brest, or from any other port of France.