"'Pon my honor," he cried, "you could not have hit upon a happier explanation." His lordship was not quite satisfied.
"I suppose you will take Iris to Smith's Hotel ?" he said with cool impudence.
Iris answered him.
"Yes.

My father has just asked Robert to come with us--by inference, that is.

Where are you going ?" The adroit use of her lover's Christian name goaded his lordship to sudden heat.
"Indeed!" he snarled.

"Sir Arthur Deane has evidently decided a good many things during the last hour." "Yes," was the shipowner's quiet retort.

"I have decided that my daughter's happiness should be the chief consideration of my remaining years.