I have his word--his oath.
He got near a thousand pounds out of my pocket the other day on that understanding.

I don't speak about the money, but--now--it's a lump--others would have made a nice row about it--but is he a liar?
Is he a seducing, idling, vagabond dog?
Is he a contemptible scoundrel ?" "He is my lover," said Emilia.
She stood without changing a feature; as in a darkness, holding to the one thing she was sure of.

Then, with a sudden track of light in her brain: "I know the mistake," she said.

"Pardon him.

He feared to offend you, because you are his father, and he thought I might not quite please you.