“Papa,” panted William, “is the trial over?”
“What trial, my boy?”
“Sir Francis Levison’s.”
“It was over yesterday. Never trouble your head about him, my brave boy, he is not worth it.”
“But I want to know. Will they hang him?”
“He is sentenced to it.”
“Did he kill Hallijohn?”
“Yes. Who has been talking to him upon the subject?” Mr. Carlyle continued to Madame Vine, with marked displeasure in his tone.
“Wilson mentioned it, sir,” was the low answer.
“Oh, papa! What will he do? Will Jesus forgive him?”