Only if I, in his place, being suspected of having--what shall I call it ?--a cold heart, managed to do that piece of work, oh, oh! I should be called a pretty lot of names.

Charlatan, poseur, arrangeur! But he can do as he chooses! My dear young man, I know you don't like me," he went on, as Roderick came back.

"It 's a pity; you are strong enough not to care about me at all.

You are very strong." "Not at all," said Roderick curtly.

"I am very weak!" "I told you last year that you would n't keep it up.