"You don't know! How can you? It isn't your brother or your
friend. It isn't as if you cared very much for either of them.
If you did, if you loved Dick or Ned, you might realise what I am
suffering."
Miss Armytage's eyes looked straight ahead into the thick green
foliage, and there was an odd smile, half wistful, half scornful,
on her lips.
"Yet I have done what I could," she said presently. "I have
spoken to Lord Wellington about them both."
Lady O'Moy checked her tears to look at her companion, and there was
dread in her eyes.
"You have spoken to Lord Wellington?"
"Yes. The opportunity came, and I took it."
"And whatever did you tell him?" She was all a-tremble now, as she
clutched Miss Armytage's hand.
Miss Armytage related what had passed; how she had explained the
true facts of Dick's case to his lordship; how she had protested
her faith that Tremayne was incapable of lying, and that if he said
he had not killed Samoval it was certain that he had not done so;
and, finally, how his lordship had promised to bear both cases in his
mind.
"That doesn't seem very much," her ladyship complained.
"But he said that he would never allow a British officer to be made
a scapegoat, and that if things proved to be as I stated them he
would see that the worst that happened to Dick would be his dismissal
from the army.
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