"I will tell you one thing, Miss Rawcliffe, and you too, Miss Byrom; the Duke of Cumberland feels that a severe example ought to be made of the officers of the Manchester Regiment. They are double-dyed rebels and traitors."
"But we trust his royal highness will make an exception in this case," said Beppy. "We would plead his youth and inexperience, and the influence brought to bear upon him."
"But all this might be urged in behalf of the other officers—notably in the case of Captain James Dawson."
"True," said Beppy. "But as I understand, they are not willing to submit themselves, whereas Sir Conway Rawcliffe has come to throw himself upon the king's mercy."
"But how can we be certain he will not take up arms again?"
"Such a thing would be impossible," cried Constance, earnestly. "I will answer for him with my life."
"And so will I," cried Beppy, with equal fervour.
"Once more I implore you to intercede for him with the duke," cried Constance. "Do not allow him to be sacrificed."
"Sacrificed! His life is justly forfeited. When he took this step he knew perfectly well what the consequences would be if he failed."
"I cannot deny it," replied Constance. "But he now bitterly repents."