Another girl's consciousness of herself might have saved her, but she had no consciousness but his.
If--if a son is born he should be what his father would have been after my death." "The Head of the House," the Duchess said.
"It is a curious thing," he deliberated, "that now there remains no possible head but what is left of myself--it ceases to seem the mere pompous phrase one laughed at--the Head of the House of Coombe.

Here I, of all men, sit before you glaring into the empty future and demanding one.

There ought to have been more males in the family.

Only four were killed--and we are done for." "If you had seen them married before he went away--" she began.
He rose to his feet as if involuntarily.

He looked as she had never seen him look before.
"Allow me to make a fantastic confession to you," he said.