You are the incarnation of that wrong, and by your hand must he be destroyed." He rose, and caught the younger man's hands again in his own, forced Mr.Caryll to confront him.

"He shall know when the time comes whose hand it was that pulled him down; he shall know the Nemesis that has lain in wait for him these thirty years to smite him at the end.

And he shall taste hell in this world before he goes to it in the next.

It is God's own justice, boy! Will you be false to the duty that lies before you?
Will you forget your mother and her sufferings because you have looked into the eyes of this girl, who--" "No, no! Say no more!" cried Mr.Caryll, his voice trembling.
"You will do it," said Sir Richard, between question and assertion.
"If Heaven lends me strength of purpose.

But it asks much," was the gloomy answer.