Perhaps when I have pulled him out of this quicksand, he will deign to mitigate the bitterness of his feelings for me.

Though, faith, I find life endurable without the affection he should have consecrated to me." "Ay," she said, looking up at him.

"You are his son; too much his son, I fear.

'Tis why he dislikes you so intensely.

He sees in you the faults to which he is blind in himself." "Sweet mother!" said his lordship, bowing.
She scowled at him.