"Father! By what right and on what authority do you make these accusations?
That man, I know, was all that innate gentleness and upright manhood could make any man.

His nobility was not of wealth or title, but of--" "Nonsense!" Flint interrupted.

"Nobility, eh?
Read _that_, will you ?" Leering, despite himself, he handed the paper across the table to his daughter.
"Those marked passages," said he.

"And remember, this is only the beginning.

Wait till all the facts are known, the whole conspiracy laid bare and everything exposed to public view! _Then_ tell me, if you can, that he is poor but noble! Bah! Sunday-school dope, that! Noble, yes!" Catherine sat there staring at the paper, a minute, as though quite unable to decipher a word.