Your father, you say!" He mocked almost.

"Your father! In what is he your father?
You have never seen him; he does not know that you exist, that you ever existed.

Is that to be a father?
Father, you say! A word, a name--no more than that; a name that gives rise to a sentiment, and a sentiment is to stand between you and your clear duty; a sentiment is to set a protecting shield over the man who killed your mother! "I think I shall despise you, Justin, if you fail me in this.

I have lived for it," he ran on tempestuously.

"I have reared you for it, and you shall not fail me!" Then his voice dropped again, and in quieter tones "You hate the very name of John Caryll, Earl of Ostermore," said he, "as must every decent man who knows the truth of what the life of that satyr holds.