'You come to rake up old lies, and to fling them in the face of a solitary woman, old enough to be your mother.

Do you think that is a noble thing to do?
Even in your barbarous Eastern code of morals and manners is _that_ the act of a gentleman ?' 'We are no barbarians in the East, Lady Maulevrier.

I come from the cradle of civilisation, the original fount of learning.

We were scholars and gentleman, priests and soldiers, two thousand years before your British ancestors ran wild in their woods, and sacrificed to their unknown gods or rocky altars reeking with human blood! I know the errand upon which I have come is not a pleasant one, either for you or for me; but I come to you strong in the right of a son to claim the heritage which was stolen from him by an infamous mother and her more infamous paramour----' 'I will not hear another word!' cried Lady Maulevrier, starting to her feet, livid with passion.

'Do not dare to pronounce that name in my hearing--the name of that abominable woman who brought disgrace and dishonour upon my husband and his race.' 'And who brought your husband the wealth of my murdered father,' answered the Indian, defiantly.