It seemed an unnecessary question.
"Rather!" he said.

"There never was such a father as mine!" "And Sir Stephen thinks there never was such a son as his," she said in a low voice.

"I suppose you are both quite willing to make sacrifices for each other.

Would you do--would you give up much for your father, Mr.Orme ?" She raised her eyes again, and let them rest on his.
Stafford tried to smile, but his face grew grave.
"Just my life, if it were any use to him," he said.
Her lips moved.
"That is so little!" she said.

"We can all die for those we love, but few of us can live for them--go on living a life which has to be moulded to a plan, bent on another's will--Could you do that ?" "Yes," he said, after a pause.