"Perhaps you would like me to go," sneered Julius.
"You would never have the pluck," said Lucy, quickly. "All your ends in life are gained by cunning, not by bravery."
"Lucy, if you talk to me like that—" began Beryl, and then restrained himself with an effort. "It is no use our quarrelling. Let me show you that I am not so careless of others or so hard-hearted as I seem to be. Miss Plantagenet wants a page. I found this lad in London selling matches. He was a messenger boy at a tobacconist called Taberley, and Lord Conniston got him turned out of the situation."
"I don't believe that."
"It is true. The boy told me himself. He will tell you if you like to see him."
"I don't want to see him. Lord Conniston is too kind a man to behave in that way. He was fond of Bernard."
"And that makes him perfect in your eyes," said Beryl, looking savage. "See here, Lucy, Conniston has left the army—so you see he is not so brave as you think."
"He left so as to seek after Bernard," said Lucy, quickly. "Mr. Durham told me so."
"To seek after Bernard," said Julius, slowly, "and I believe Bernard may be alive after all."
"In which case you would give him up to the police."