"'Tis your lordship alone is to blame for this," he informed his father, with a vain pretence at composure.
"I am to blame!" gurgled his lordship, veins swelling at his brow.

"I am to blame that you should have carried her off thus?
And--by God!--had you meant to marry her honestly and fittingly, I might find it in my heart to forgive you.

But to practice such villainy! To attempt to put this foul trick upon the child!" Mr.Caryll thought for an instant of another child whose child he was, and a passion of angry mockery at the forgetfulness of age welled up from the bitter soul of him.

Outwardly he remained a very mirror for placidity.
"Your lordship had threatened to disinherit me if I married her," said Rotherby.
"'Twas to save her from you," Ostermore explained, entirely unnecessarily.

"And you thought to--to--By God! sir, I marvel you have the courage to confront me.