"Yes," she murmured.
"And he was coming home in the ship with you. Is he mad? More trouble! more trouble!"
"Do not alarm yourself," said Helen; "he will not land in England for years"—here she stifled a sob—"and long ere that we shall have restored him to society."
Michael stared at that, and shook his head.
"Never," said he; "that is impossible."
"Why impossible?"
"They all say he is a felon."
"They all shall say that he is a martyr."
"And so he is; but how can that ever be proved?"
"I don't know. But I am sure the truth can always be proved, if people have patience and perseverance."