"One of these days you shall be forced to prove it such." "I shall be very happy to do so--if you will only give me the proofs." "_Proofs!_" I exclaimed, bitterly, "they are in your own possession--or you have destroyed them!" "What interest can I have in trying to make you a bastard?
Is the boy mad ?" "You never act without a motive," I cried; "you know that I am heir to a title, and property that you covet for yourself and your son!" His pretended calmness was all gone.

His pale face crimsoned with rage.
Yet it was wonderful how instantaneously he mastered his passion.
"Who told you this _probable_ story?
Who put such absurd notions into your head ?" "One, upon whose word I can rely.

My friend, Mr.Harrison." "I would like to ask Mr.Harrison what he knows of our family affairs," sneered Mr.Moncton.

"He has proved himself a scoundrel by inventing this pretty little romance to get up a quarrel between us, and rob you of the only real friend you have.

I will repay Mr.Harrison for this base falsehood, one of these days." I felt that I had, betrayed my friend, and perhaps by my foolish rashness marred my own fortunes.