Be it so.

I take it that you are ashamed of them; and so, their nature is not difficult to conjecture." "Sir--" began Rotherby, hotly, half-starting from his seat.
"Nay, let him trundle on, Charles," said his mother.

"He'll be the sooner done." "Instead," proceeded Mr.Caryll, as if there had been no interruption, "I will now urge you my reasons why you should not so proceed." "Ha!" snapped Rotherby.

"They will need to be valid." Mr.Caryll twisted farther round, to face his lordship more fully.

"They are as valid," said he very impressively--so impressively and sternly that his hearers felt themselves turning cold under his words, filled with some mysterious apprehension.