"The shame--the burning shame of it! I would I had a brother to punish him!" Lord Ostermore was crimson, too, with indignation.

Mr.Caryll was relieved to see that he was capable of so much emotion.

"Did I not warn you against him, Hortensia ?" said he.

"Could you not have trusted that I knew him--I, his father, to my everlasting shame ?" Then he swung upon Rotherby.

"You dog!" he began, and there--being a man of little invention--words failed him, and wrath alone remained, very intense, but entirely inarticulate.
Rotherby moved forward till he reached the table, then stood leaning upon it, scowling at the company from under his black brows.