"Is the trial—" began the viscount; but he could not get on; his intense emotion choked him.
"The trial is over; the jury brought in their verdict half an hour ago," replied the counsel gravely.
"And Frisbie is—For Heaven's sake speak!" gasped the viscount.
"Frisbie is convicted!" said the lawyer.
Lord Vincent, pale before, turned paler still as he sank into the chair and gazed upon the lawyer, who was greatly wondering at the excessive emotion of his client.
"When is the execution fixed to take place?"
"On Monday, of course."
"Is there—can there be any hope of a pardon for him?"
"Not the shadow of a hope."
"Or—of a commutation of his sentence?"