He has all the facts.

You--_you_ are at a distance, and have none! Yet you set up your futile, childish opinion--" "No more, father! No more!" cried Catherine, also standing up.

She faced him calmly, coldly, magnificently.

"You can't talk to me this way, any more.

Cannot, and must not! As I see this thing--and my woman's intuition tells me more in a minute than you can explain away in an hour--this fabrication here has all, or nearly all, been invented and carried out by you.