“Yes, yes, of course,” assented Glyddyr drawing a long hoarse breath.
“And, I’m sure, you feel all this very deeply. Terrible shock for the poor girl.”
“Yes, terrible,” whispered Glyddyr.
“I don’t wonder that you are so completely prostrated this morning.”
“No; it is no wonder, is it?”
“Not the slightest.”
“And I feel it, too, about young Lisle. I—I shouldn’t like him to be hung.”
“Make yourself easy, man; he will not be. There will be nine days’ talk about it, and that is all. The old man was examined; our evidence was taken, and he is at rest in his grave. The law can’t take any notice of these scandals.”
“Do—do you feel that—it will not take him and imprison him for life, say.”
“No, man, it will not; but as far as he is concerned with Claude Gartram, it will be just as if he had been put out of the way. Last night’s reports will be the making of you.”