And it was part of his punishment, that, even in the first flush of the pleasure of his sin, he felt all the pangs of remorse.
"Father ?" "Well, well, Harry! I see you are wanting money again." "It will be the last time.

I am married, and am going to Italy to live." "Eh?
What ?" The squire flushed hotly.

His hand shook, his long clay pipe fell to the hearthstone, and was shattered to pieces.
Then a reckless desire to have the whole wrong out urged the unhappy son to a most cruel distinctness of detail.

Without wasting a word in explanation or excuse, he stated broadly that he had fallen in love with the famous singer, Beatrice Lanza, and had married her.

He spared himself or his father nothing; he appeared to gather a hard courage as he spoke of her failing health, her hatred of England, her devotion to her own faith, and the necessity of his retirement to Italy with her.