I have said no angry word to you, nor shall I do so.

I tell you simply it can not be.

Dora Thorne, my lodge keeper's daughter, is no fitting wife for my son, the heir of Earlescourt.

Come with me, Ronald; I will show you further what I mean." They went together, the father and son, so like in face yet so dissimilar in mind.

They had been walking up and down the broad terrace, one of the chief beauties of Earlescourt.