He told me he was going to London.

But is it not possible that poor Acton alone was guilty ?" Mr.Clifford shook his head in reply.

For a few minutes he paced up and down the floor, and then placed himself at the back of Felicita, with his hand upon her chair, as if to support him.

In a glass opposite she could see the reflection of his face, gray and agitated, with closed eyes and quivering lips--a face that looked ten years older than that which she had seen when he entered the room.

She felt the chair shaken by his trembling hand.
"I will tell you," he said in a voice which he strove to render steady.
"I did not spare my own son when he had defrauded Roland's father.
Though Sefton would not prosecute him, I left him to reap the harvest of his deed to the full; and it was worse than the penalty the law would have exacted.