Had Ostermore been different, perhaps it had been easier.
I cannot say.

As it is, I see in him a weakling, a man of inferior intellect, who does not judge things as you and I judge them, whose life cannot have been guided by the rules that serve for men of stronger purpose." "You find excuses for him?
For his deed ?" cried Sir Richard, and his voice was full of horror now; he stared askance at his adoptive son.
"No, no! Oh, I don't know.

On my soul and conscience, I don't know!" cried Mr.Caryll, like one in pain.

He rose and moved restlessly about the room.

"No," he pursued more calmly, "I don't excuse him.