Sir Robert.
[Grasping the old man's hand.] Forgive me! If
I had known that your son—your only son—had
died to win this—victory——
Lord Burnley.
[Bracing himself up.] Why shouldn't he—since he
was an Englishman?
Sir Robert.
Ah!
Lord Burnley.
There is one thing I regret, though—he fell through
treachery.
Sir Robert.
Treachery?
Lord Burnley.
His next-in-command was of enemy origin.
Sir Robert.
Enemy origin?
Lord Burnley.
Born in London, educated in England, son of a
naturalized father. My son and he had been friends
from boyhood. Harry used to say, " Lindner would
lay down his life for me."
Lady Dorothy.
[Who has been listening intently.] Ah!
Lord Burnley.
Yet he led him into the enemy's ambush.
[A faint cry of pain from Lady Dorothy.
