You laughed at the challenge--and you could afford to laugh at it.
"But this is all shame, shame for Robert Carewe's daughter.

It seems to me that I should hide and not lift my head; that I, being of my father's blood, could never look you in the face again.

It is so unspeakably painful and ugly.

I think of my father's stiff pride and his look of the eagle,--and he still plays with your friend, almost always 'successfully!' And your friend still comes to play!--but I will not speak of that side of it.
"Mr.Gray has made you poor, but I know it was not that which made you come seeking him last night, when I found you there in the hail.

It was for his sake you came--and you went away for mine.