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.