You have written to him dutifully and affectionately; you have pleaded for pardon and reconciliation, when he is to blame.

Shall I venture to tell you how he answered me, when I asked if he had no faith left in his own child?
'Hugh,' he said, 'you are wasting words on a man whose mind is made up.

I will trust my daughter when that Irish lord is laid in his grave--not before.' That is a reflection on you, Iris, which I cannot permit, even when your father casts it.

He is hard, he is unforgiving; but he must, and shall, be conquered yet.

I mean to make him do you justice; I have come here with that purpose, and that purpose only, in view.