"And I," said Richard, very low.
He received no reply, and looked up.
"You don't believe me?"
"Once, sir, I was certain of it. Now—!" he shrugged.
"Yet 'tis true, Warburton. I would give all in my power to undo that night's work."
"You cannot expect me to believe that, sir. It rests with you alone whether his name be cleared or not. And you remain silent."
"Warburton, I—Oh, do you think it means nothing to me that John is outcast?"
Before the misery in those grey eyes some of Warburton's severity fell away from him.
"Master Richard, I want to think the best I can of you. Master Jack would tell me nothing. Will you not—can you not explain how it came that you allowed him to bear the blame of your cheat?"
Richard shuddered.