It was in vain that his daughter laid a restraining hand upon his arm.

The name of the Lutheran divine had sufficed to put him in a towering passion, and he turned furiously upon the astonished Errington.
"Had I known you came from the devil, sir, you should have returned to him speedily, with hot words to hasten your departure! I would have split that glass to atoms before I would have drained it after you! The friends of a false heart are no friends for me,--the followers of a pretended sanctity find no welcome under my roof! Why not have told me at once that you came as spies, hounded on by the liar Dyceworthy?
Why not have confessed it openly?
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and not have played the thief's trick on an old fool, who, for once, misled by your manly and upright bearing, consented to lay aside the rightful suspicions he at first entertained of your purpose?
Shame on you, young men! shame!" The words coursed impetuously from his lips; his face burned with indignation.