I know your father well.

He is one of the finest gentlemen of his time, and his son has this day shown that he is worthy of the honored name he bears.

I will go with you cheerfully, and you have my parole of honor.

Katharine, you are free; you will be safe in the house, I think, until I can arrange for your departure." She looked up from the floor, and then rose.

"Oh, father, he is dead, he is dead," she moaned.