"Undo the harm that you have done already.

Your help--oh, I mean what I say!--may yet preserve Arthur's life.

Go to the farm, and save him." Sir Giles's anger assumed a new form, it indulged in an elaborate mockery of respect.

He took his watch from his pocket, and consulted it satirically.

"Must I make an excuse ?" he asked with a clumsy assumption of humility.
"No! you must go." "Permit me to inform you, Miss Henley, that the last train started more than two hours since." "What does that matter?
You are rich enough to hire a train." Sir Giles, the actor, could endure it no longer; he dropped the mask, and revealed Sir Giles, the man.