Was that last gibe not an argument against himself, his judgment?
Like his father; _is_ he like his father?
Can he, too, see only gold where dross lies deep?
Sometimes, of late he has doubted.

The laughter dies away, he sighs heavily.
"He was wise," says Lady Rylton coolly.

"He had no cause to regret his belief.

But you, you sit in a corner, as it were, and see nothing but Marian smiling.

You never see Marian frowning.