It was pure mutiny.

She gasped for air; pumped her brain for words.

Meantime, his lordship continued with an eloquence entirely unusual in him and prompted entirely by his strong feelings in the matter of his son.

"He is a disgrace to his name! He always has been.

When a boy, he was a liar and a thief, and had he had his deserts he had been lodged in Newgate long ago--or worse.