He would be banished perhaps for years." "Still, I think he ought to know." Rotha spoke calmly and slowly, but with every evidence of suppressed emotion.
"My dear Rotha," said Willy in a peevish tone, "I understand this matter better than you think for, and I know my brother better than you can know him.

There would be no pardon, I tell you.

Ralph would be banished." "Let us not drive them to worse destruction," said Rotha.
"And what _could_ be worse ?" said Willy, rising and walking aimlessly across the room.

"They might turn us from this shelter, true; they might leave us nothing but charity or beggary, that is sure enough.

Is this worse than banishment?
Worse! Nothing can be worse--" "Yes, but something _can_ be worse," said the girl firmly, never shifting the fixed determination of her gaze from the spot whence the constables had disappeared.