Dear me, what a likeness!" "You mean to my father ?" she asked quietly.
"To your father, certainly, poor, dear old boy! You must excuse me, Miss Wendermott.

Your father and I were at Eton together, and I think I may say that we were always something more than lawyer and client--a good deal more, a good deal more! He was a fine fellow at heart--a fine, dear fellow.

Bless me, to think that you are his daughter!" "It's very nice to hear you speak of him so, Mr.Cuthbert," she said.
"My father may have been very foolish--I suppose he was really worse than foolish--but I think that he was most abominably and shamefully treated, and so long as I live I shall never forgive those who were responsible for it.

I don't mean you, Mr.Cuthbert, of course.

I mean my grand-father and my uncle." Mr.Cuthbert shook his head slowly.
"The Earl," he said, "was a very proud man--a very proud man." "You may call it pride," she exclaimed.