He approached her again, and laid a benign hand lightly upon her shoulder.
"But--but--in that case--Oh, the damned villain!--why this mock-parson ?" "Does your lordship not perceive?
Must I die of shame?
Do you not see ?" "See?
No!" He was thoughtful a second; then repeated, "No!" "I understood," she informed him, a smile--a cruelly bitter smile--lifting and steadying the corner of her lately quivering lip, "when he alluded to your lordship's straitened circumstances.

He has no disinheritance to fear because he has no inheritance to look for beyond the entail, of which you cannot disinherit him.

My Lord Rotherby sets a high value upon himself.

He may--I do not know--he may have been in love with me--though not as I know love, which is all sacrifice, all self-denial.

But by his lights he may have cared for me; he must have done, by his lights.