"Don't--don't speak of her! Leave her out, for God's sake!" Falconer shrugged his shoulders.
"And this boy of yours--he's as ignorant as her ladyship was, of course ?" Sir Stephen inclined his head.
"Yes," he said, huskily.

"He--he knows nothing.

He thinks me--what the world sees me, what all the world, saving you, Falconer, thinks me: one who has risen from humble but honest poverty to--what I am.

You have seen him, you can understand what I feel; that I'd rather die than that he should know--that he should think badly of me.

Falconer, I have made a clean breast of it--I'm in your hands.