He turned to her ladyship.
"Out on you!" he said testily, "to chide the poor child so!" "Poor child!" sneered her ladyship, eyes raised to heaven to invoke its testimony to this absurdity.

"Poor child." "Let there be an end to it, madam," he said with attempted sternness.
"It is unjust and unreasonable in you." "If it were that--which it is not--it would be but following the example that you set me.

What are you but unreasonable and unjust--to treat your son as you are treating him ?" His lordship crimsoned.

On the subject of his son he could be angry in earnest, even with her ladyship, as already we have seen.
"I have no son," he declared, "there is a lewd, drunken, bullying profligate who bears my name, and who will be Lord Ostermore some day.

I can't strip him of that.