She sank to her knees beside him, and caught his hand in both her own that were trembling.

"Oh, you can't believe it! Captain Tremayne is not the man to do a murder." "The evidence points to a duel," he answered dully.
"A duel!" She looked at him, and then, remembering what had passed that morning between Tremayne and Samoval, remembering, too, Lord Wellington's edict, "Oh, God!" she gasped.

"Why did you let them take him ?" "They didn't take him.

I ordered him under arrest.

He will report himself to Colonel Fletcher in the morning." "You ordered him?
You! You, his friend!" Anger, scorn, reproach and sorrow all blending in her voice bore him a clear message.
He looked down at her most closely, and gradually compassion crept into his face.