He raised his clenched hand, and it seemed that he was about to strike his son; then he let it fall again.

"You villain!" he panted, breathless from running and from rage.

"I saw it! I saw it all.
It was murder, and, as God's my life, if Mr.Caryll dies, I shall see to it that you hang--I, your own father." Thus assailed on every side, some of the cowering, shrinking manner left the viscount.

His antagonism to his father spurred him to a prouder carriage.

He shrugged indifferently.