deal with you."

Sir Terence bowed his head. He was a little surprised by all
this heat. "I never expected anything else," he said. "And it's
altogether at a loss I am to understand why your lordship should
be vexing yourself in this manner."

"Because I've a friendship for you, O'Moy. Because I remember
that you've been a loyal friend to me. And because I must forget
all this and remember only that my duty is absolutely rigid and
inflexible. If I condoned your offence, if I suppressed inquiry,
I should be in duty and honour bound to offer my own resignation
to his Majesty's Government. And I have to think of other things
besides my personal feelings, when at any moment now the French
may be over the Agueda and into Portugal."

Sir Terence's face flushed, and his glance brightened.

"From my heart I thank you that you can even think of such things
at such a time and after what I have done."

"Oh, as to what you have done - I understand that you are a
fool, O'Moy. There's no more to be said. You are to consider
yourself under arrest. I must do it if you were my own brother,
which, thank God, you're not. Come, Grant. Good-bye, O'Moy."
And he held out his hand to him.

Sir Terence hesitated, staring.

"It's the hand of your friend, Arthur Wellesley, I'm offering