I work hard.

But the one thing I want more than anything else on earth is a son to succeed me.

And if I can't have that--there's nothing else that counts." He spoke with bitter vehemence, beating restlessly against his heel with his whip.

But Juliet still sat silent, looking out before her at the golden pink of the apple-trees in the sunset light with grave quiet eyes.
He went on morosely, egotistically, "I don't know what I've done that I shouldn't have what practically every labourer on my estate has got.

I may not have been absolutely impeccable in my youth.