As the mother had looked, in by-gone days, at the man who had disowned her, so the daughter looked at Geoffrey Delamayn--with the same terrible composure, and the same terrible contempt.
"Well ?" he asked.

"What have you got to say to me ?" "Mr.Delamayn," she answered, "you are one of the fortunate people of this world.

You are a nobleman's son.

You are a handsome man.

You are popular at your college.