8/23 He is suffering, as it is--cursed in his son; for 'the father of a fool hath no joy.' He hates this son of his, and his son despises him. His wife is a shrew, a termagant, who embitters every hour of his existence. Thus he drags out his life, unloving and unloved, a thing to evoke pity." "Pity ?" cried Sir Richard in a voice of thunder. "Pity? But--if you love me--find some other hand to do the work." "If I love you, Justin ?" echoed the other, and his voice softened, his eyes looked reproachfully upon his adoptive child. |