I am half distracted.

The child has met with foul play, I am certain, since you are here." "Will you have the goodness to explain, my good woman," said Mr.
Ingelow, beseechingly.

"Consider, I am all in the dark." "And I can not enlighten you without telling you the whole story, and if you are not the hero of it, I have no right, and no wish, to do that.
One question I will ask you," fixing her powerful eyes on his face: "Do you still love Mollie Dane ?" Mr.Ingelow smiled serene as the sunset sky outside.
"A point-blank question.

Forgive me if I decline answering it." Miriam's eyes flashed fire.
"You never cared for her!" she said, in fierce impatience.

"You are a poltroon and a carpet-knight, like the rest--ready with plenty of fine words, and nothing else! You asked her to marry you, and you don't care whether she is living or dead!" "Why should I ?" said Mr.Ingelow, coolly.