"What cause have ye to think that ?" "Cause?
Why, what I have seen.

Besides, I feel it in my bones.

My every instinct tells me 'tis so." "If you should prove right! Oh, if you should prove right! Death! I'd find a way to settle the score of that pert fellow from France, and to dictate terms to his lordship at the same time." Her ladyship stared at him.

"Ye're an unnatural hound, Rotherby.

Would ye betray your own father ?" "Betray him?
No! But I'll set a term to his plotting.