Even if he's my son!--more's the reason!" Mr.Pole was walking up and down the room, fuming as he spoke.

Emilia tried to hold his hand, as he was passing, but he said: "There, my child! I'm very sorry for you, and I'm damned angry with him.

Let me go." "Can you, can you be angry with him for loving me ?" "Deceiving you," returned Mr.Pole; "that's what it is.

And I tell you, I'd rather fifty times the fellow had deceived me.

Anything rather than that he should take advantage of a girl." "Wilfrid loves me and would die for me," said Emilia.
"Now, let me tell you the fact," Mr.Pole came to a halt, fronting her.
"My son Wilfrid Pole may be in love, as he says, here and there, but he is engaged to be married to a lady of title.