man is no fit object for love or friendship! Farewell!"
"We go with you!" said Madeline firmly, and in a very low voice.
Aram's eye sparkled, but he waved his hand impatiently.
"We go with you, my friend!" repeated Lester.
And so, indeed, not to dwell long on a painful scene, it was finally settled. Lester and his two daughters that evening followed Aram to the dark and fatal bourne to which he was bound.
It was in vain that Walter, seizing his uncle's hands, whispered,
"For Heaven's sake, do not be rash in your friendship! You have not yet learnt all. I tell you, that there can be no doubt of his guilt! Remember, it is a brother for whom you mourn! will you countenance his murderer?"
Lester, despite himself, was struck by the earnestness with which his nephew spoke, but the impression died away as the words ceased: so
