I--I disown you.

Ye're no son of mine.

I'll take oath ye're no son of mine!" Mr.Caryll thought that, on the contrary, Rotherby was very much his father's son, and he added to his observations upon human nature the reflection that sinners are oddly blessed with short memories.

He was entirely dispassionate again by now.
As for Rotherby, he received his father's anger with a scornful smile and a curling lip.

"You'll disinherit me ?" quoth he in mockery.