Lord Rotherby looked at him, sneering; not so her ladyship.

Less acquainted with his ways, the absolute confidence and unconcern of his demeanor was causing her uneasiness.

A man who was perilously entrammelled would not bear himself so easily, she opined.

She rose, and crossed to her son's side.
"What have you to say ?" she asked Mr.Caryll.
"Nay, madam," he replied, "not before these." And he indicated the servants.
"'Tis but a pretext to have them out of the room," said Rotherby.
Mr.Caryll laughed the notion to scorn.

"If you think that--I give you my word of honor to attempt no violence, nor to depart until you shall give me leave," said he.
Rotherby, judging Mr.Caryll by his knowledge of himself, still hesitated.