You are not a Churchill.

My God! Henry's child talking of marrying this--this--this _gentleman_.

You are mad, or I am mad.

Come away from him, Jacqueline!" "I love him!" cried Jacqueline.

"Oh, Uncle Dick, Uncle Dick!--" "I loved your niece, sir, when I was a boy," said Rand; "and I love her now that I am a man.