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.

He asked me to let him know immediately if Dick were found." More than ever was her ladyship on the very edge of confiding.