But I must respectfully remind you that your presence here is, to put it mildly, unsought, and that I do not find it pleasant to be called a liar under my own roof and before my friends." "Pleasant!" she eyed him scornfully; "nor did my father find it pleasant to be ruined and murdered by you, a debauched gambler, a common swindler." Lord Arranmore, unruffled, permitted himself to smile.
"Dear me," he said, "this is getting positively melodramatic.

Brooks, for her own sake, let me beg of you to induce the young woman to leave us.

In her calmer moments she will, I am sure, repent of these unwarranted statements to a perfect stranger." Brooks was numbed--for the moment speechless.

Sybil had risen to her feet as though with the intention of leaving the room.

But Lord Arranmore interposed.