"I--I am bewildered," he said.

"My words, perhaps, were very hasty.

What has been the meaning of George's behaviour to me for months back?
Only tell me, and, perhaps----" The evil spirit was awake and victorious in young George Warrington: his black eyes shot out scorn and hatred at the simple and guileless gentleman before him.

"You are shirking from the question, sir, as you did from the toast just now," he said.

"I am not a boy to suffer under your arrogance.