But he could not die and have done it.

"Father.

Marty," he said, "I cannot make Miss O'Hara Countess of Scroope." "Not make her Countess of Scroope! What will you make her then ?" "As to that, I am here to discuss it with you." "What is it you main, sir?
Afther you have had your will of her, and polluted her sweet innocence, you will not make her your wife! You cannot look me in the face, Mr.Neville, and tell me that." There the priest was right.

The young Earl could not look him in the face as he stammered out his explanation and proposal.

The burly, strong old man stood perfectly still and silent as he, with hesitating and ill-arranged words, tried to gloze over and make endurable his past conduct and intentions as to the future.