But, indeed, who could have done other where that sweet lady was concerned?
You should see her, Sir Richard!" He was pacing the room now as he spoke, and as he spoke he warmed to his subject more and more.

"She is middling tall, of a most dainty slenderness, dark-haired, with a so sweet and saintly beauty of face that it must be seen to be believed.
And eyes--Lord! the glory of her eyes! They are eyes that would lead a man into hell and make him believe it heaven, "'Love doth to her eyes repair To help him of his blindness.'" Sir Richard watched him, displeasure growing in his face.

"So!" he said at last.

"Is that the reason ?" "The reason of what ?" quoth Mr.Caryll, recalled from his sweet rapture.
"The reason of these fresh qualms of yours.

The reason of all this sympathy for Ostermore; this unwillingness to perform the sacred duty that is yours." "Nay--on my soul, you do me wrong!" cried Mr.Caryll indignantly.