"Forgive them! Yes! if I ever meet them, I'll send them to another world, with a bullet through their brains, in search of forgiveness!" he fiercely replied.
"Oh, Guy! do not say such dreadful things! You do not mean it, I know; but it is wrong nevertheless."
He only replied with a smile—but such a smile! Mrs. Brantwell turned away with a shudder.
"To-morrow I will visit the prison. I feel sure Sibyl will receive me."
"I hope so; but there is no telling. You can make the effort nevertheless."
"You will accompany me?"
"Oh, certainly. And as you look fatigued now, I will leave you to seek the necessary repose. Good-night."
He was gone with the same dark, rigid look on his face, that made Mrs. Brantwell's heart ache; and she sought her couch with a mind deeply disturbed by the thought of to-morrow's interview.
Next day, immediately after her slender breakfast, Captain Campbell made his appearance in her room. As the prison was but a short distance from the hotel, they were to walk; and drawing her arm within his own, Captain Campbell set out.
The streets were already crowded with people, drawn hither by the news of the great trial, and determined to wait now to see the execution.