"Well, well, what is it now?" inquired the latter, pausing and turning back.
"That poor, misguided girl, Rose Cameron," said the valet.
"Well, what of her, man?" impatiently demanded the young nobleman.
"Listen, my lord duke! You saw her committed to prison on the charge of perjury."
"A charge that she was self-convicted of."
"My lord duke, she was not guilty of perjury!" sighed the valet.
"What! What is that you say?" quickly demanded the duke.
"I say, Rose Cameron, poor misguided girl that she was, did not, however, perjure herself—intentionally I mean," repeated John Potts.
"Is she mad, then? The victim of a monomania?" gravely inquired the duke, fixing his eyes upon the troubled face of the valet.
"No, your grace, she was never more in her right senses."