He looked from Celia to the old man with what was intended to be a stare of haughty surprise; but was, in reality, a kind of sullen insolence.
"Oh?
Who is this ?" he demanded.
"A friend of your father's, Lord Heyton," said Mr.Clendon, before Celia could speak.

"So old and so dear a friend that he is warranted in intruding, even at such a moment." "Well, you are intruding, right enough, though you may be an old friend," said Heyton, thickly.

"My father is very ill, dangerously ill, as you may have heard.

This is no time for--for visitors." "Forgive me," said Mr.Clendon gently, but with a calmness and dignity that impressed even the only half-sober Heyton, "but my intrusion is justified, as Lord Sutcombe will bear me out, when he knows I am here." "Oh, well," said Heyton, with an insolent shrug of his shoulders.

"I can't speak any more plainly.