I do not believe that in all the world there is a single soul would weep his lordship's death--if we except, perhaps, Mistress Winthrop." "And do you pity him for that ?" quoth Sir Richard coldly.

"What right has he to expect aught else?
Who sows for himself, reaps for himself.
I marvel, indeed, that there should be even one to bewail him--to spare him a kind thought." "And even there," mused Mr.Caryll, "it is perhaps gratitude rather than affection that inspires the kindness." "Who is Mistress Winthrop ?" "His ward.

As sweet a lady, I think, as I have ever seen," said Mr.Caryll, incautious enthusiasm assailing him.

Sir Richard's eyes narrowed.
"You have some acquaintance with her ?" he suggested.
Very briefly Mr.Caryll sketched for the second time that evening the circumstances of his first meeting with Rotherby.
Sir Richard nodded sardonically.

"Hum! He is his father's son, not a doubt of that.