I longed with wicked impatience for the time when you should carry out my dreams, and add fresh luster to a grand old name.

I have lived in your life; and now, for the sake of a simple, pretty, foolish girl, you have forsaken me--you have deliberately trampled upon every hope that I had." "Let me atone for it," cried Ronald.

"I never thought of these things." "You can not atone," said Lord Earle, gravely.

"I can never trust you again.

From this time forth I have no son.