I'm glad I've come to see you. I don't blame Elias. For a while
I'm afraid I rather held out against coming. Now, I am glad for my
own sake. I won't desert you now. I am going to work for a pardon,
if your appeal does not go through."

"Don't! I won't have it!" exclaimed the other. "I'm going to stay
it out. It will give me time to forget, so that I can be a better
man. If they let me out now I'd do something I'd always regret. I
want to serve my time and start all over again. Don't worry about
me. I won't hamper you. I'll go away--abroad, as Harbert suggested.
Damn him, his advice was good, after all. Understand, Graydon, I do
not want parole or pardon. You must not undertake it. I am guilty
and I ought to be punished the same as these other fellows in here.
Don't shudder. It's true. I'm no better than they."

"I hate to think of you in this awful place--" began Graydon.

"Don't think of me."

"But, my God, I've seen you here, father," cried the son.

"A pretty spectacle for a son," laughed the father bitterly. "Why
did you bring that girl here? That was cruel--heartless."

Graydon tried to convince him that Jane had not come to gloat but
to ask a favour of him.

"A favour, eh? She expects me to tell all I know about her, eh?
That's good!" laughed Bansemer.