No mercy and scant shrift would be shown him.
Whatever came, he must drink this bitter cup to the dregs.

He could never betray his own father.

He must consume with inward disgust while Olivier Delagarde shamelessly babbled his monstrous lies to all who would listen.

And he must tell these lies too, conceal, deceive, and live in hourly fear of discovery.

He must sit opposite his father day by day at table, talk with him, care for him, shrinking inwardly at every knock at the door lest it should be an officer come to carry the pitiful traitor off to prison.
And, more than all, he must give up for ever the thought of Guida.