"Is the ruin of that fair life to go unpunished?
Is it, Justin ?" Mr.Caryll's Gallic spirit burst abruptly through its British glaze.
He crushed fist into palm, and swore: "No, by God! It shall not, Sir Richard!" Sir Richard held out his hands, and there was a fierce joy in his gloomy eyes at last.

"You'll cross to England with me, Justin ?" But Mr.Caryll's soul fell once more into travail.

"Wait!" he cried.
"Ah, wait!" His level glance met Sir Richard's in earnestness and entreaty.

"Answer me the truth upon your soul and conscience: Do you in your heart believe that it is what my mother would have had me do ?" There was an instant's pause.

Then Everard, the fanatic of vengeance, the man whose mind upon that one subject was become unsound with excess of brooding, answered with conviction: "As I have a soul to be saved, Justin, I do believe it.