No good! He came when his father no longer knew him, an hour before the end.

His nerves, I understood, were delicate--not so delicate, however, as to prevent his being present at the reading of the will! I have never forgiven him that cruelty to the old man, and never will!" And Lord Maxwell began to pace the library again, by way of working off memory and indignation.
Aldous watched him rather gloomily.

They had now been discussing Boyce's criminalities in great detail for a considerable time, and nothing else seemed to have any power to touch--or, at any rate, to hold--Lord Maxwell's attention.

A certain deep pride in Aldous--the pride of intimate affection--felt itself wounded.
"I see that you have grave cause to think badly of her father," he said at last, rising as he spoke.

"I must think how it concerns me.