Sir Henry of course was the _bete noire_.

You can imagine the kind of things he said, I needn't repeat them.

He is in a mood of perfectly mad opposition to all this war legislation, and it is not the least good arguing with him.

Finally he told me that my allowance would be stopped, and Mannering would be left to Desmond, if we married.

"All right!" I said, "I daresay, if he and I survive you, Desmond will let me look round sometimes." Not very respectful, perhaps, but by that time I was fed up.