'Listen to me.' 'While you rail ?' inquired Sir John.
'While I deliver your infamy.

You urged and stimulated to do your work a fit agent, but one who in his nature--in the very essence of his being--is a traitor, and who has been false to you (despite the sympathy you two should have together) as he has been to all others.

With hints, and looks, and crafty words, which told again are nothing, you set on Gashford to this work--this work before us now.

With these same hints, and looks, and crafty words, which told again are nothing, you urged him on to gratify the deadly hate he owes me--I have earned it, I thank Heaven--by the abduction and dishonour of my niece.

You did.