In my own fashion I was an honest man.

But now I've got this knowledge of my origin, the dreams are swept away and I stand naked to myself.

If I left you, Miss Winwood, and Colonel Winwood, who have been so good to me--and Her Highness, who has deigned to honour me with her friendship--in a moment's doubt as to my antecedents I should be an impostor." "No, no, my boy," said Colonel Winwood, who was standing with hands deep in trouser pockets and his head bent, staring at the carpet.

"No words like that in this house.

Besides, why should we want to go into all this ?" He had the Englishman's detestation of unpleasant explanations.