Is't wonderful I should rebel ?" They were hurtful words to Sir Richard--the poor fanatic whose mind was all unsound on this one point, who had lived in contemplation of his vengeance as a fasting monk lives through Lent in contemplation of the Easter plenty.

The lines of sorrow deepened in his face.
"Justin," he said slowly, "you forget one thing.

Honor is to be used with men of honor; but he who allows his honor to stand a barrier between himself and the man who has wronged him by dishonor, is no better than a fool.

You speak of yourself; you think of yourself.

And what of me, Justin?
The things you say of yourself apply in a like degree--nay, even more--to me." "Ah, but you are not his son.