Yes, _but if George were innocent ?_ Why, then the sacrifice would be idle; that was all.
He swallowed the wine, and stood up.
"Must you be going?
I wanted a chat with you about Oxford," grumbled Sir Harry; but noting the lad's face, how white and drawn it was, he relented, and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't take it too seriously, my boy.

It'll blow over--it'll blow over.

Honoria likes you, I know.

We'll see what the trollop says: and if I get a chance of putting in a good word, you may depend on me." He walked with Taffy to the door--good, easy man--and waved a hand from the porch.