He was--and I dare say is--a scoundrel!" "I don't deny that he acted badly," sighed Diana, "but it was for his daughter's sake, you know." "There is a limit even to paternal affection, Diana.

And putting aside the wickedness of the whole conspiracy, I cannot pardon a man who deliberately put a weapon in the way of a man almost insane with drink, in order that he might kill himself.

The idea was diabolically wicked, my dear, and I think that Jabez Clyne, _alias_ Wrent, quite deserves the long imprisonment he received." "At all events, the Sirius Company got back their money, Lucian." "So much as Lydia had not spent they got back, Diana; but when your father actually died they had to part with it very soon again, and some of it has gone into Lydia's pocket after all." Diana blushed.

"It was only right, dear," she said, apologetically.
"When my father made his new will, leaving it all to me, I did not think that Lydia, however badly she treated him, should be left absolutely penniless.

And you know, Lucian, you agreed that I should share the assurance money with her." "I did," replied Denzil.