You have never known one unsatisfied wish it was in my power to gratify, and this is my reward!" He sat in sullen silence.

He felt the reproach keenly in its simple truth; but his heart was too sore, the pain too bitter, to let him yield.
"You promise me obedience in the dearest wish of my heart," her ladyship went on, heedless of the presence of Mildred and Sybilla, "and you break that promise at the first sight of a wild young hoiden in a hunting-field.

It is on her account you frighten me to death in this heartless manner, because I refuse my consent to your consummating your own disgrace." "My disgrace?
Take care, mother!" "Do you dare speak in that tone to me ?" She rose up from the table, livid with passion.

"I repeat it, Sir Everard Kingsland--your disgrace! Mystery shrouds this girl's birth and her father's marriage--if he ever was married--and where there is mystery there is guilt." "A sweeping assertion!" the baronet said, with concentrated scorn; "but in the present instance, my good mother, a little out of place.

The mystery is of your own making.