May God rot me where I stand if this be not true!" "It seems," said a harsh voice behind him, "that you fear God as little as aught else." He wheeled sharply to confront Sir John Killigrew, who had entered after him.
"So," he said slowly, and his eyes grew hard and bright as agates, "this is your work." And he waved a hand towards Rosamund.

It was plain to what he alluded.
"My work ?" quoth Sir John.

He closed the door, and advanced into the room.

"Sir, it seems your audacity, your shamelessness, transcends all bounds.

Your...." "Have done with that," Sir Oliver interrupted him and smote his great fist upon the table.