What intensity of feeling there was in the fellow, that he could look like this at the first breath of opposition! He reached out and took up the cigar-box; held it absently towards his son, and drew it quickly back.
"I forgot," he said; "you don't." And lighting a cigar, he smoked gravely, looking straight before him, a furrow between his brows.

He spoke at last: "She looks like a lady.

I know nothing else about her." The smile deepened round Miltoun's mouth.
"Why should you want to know anything else ?" Lord Valleys shrugged.

His philosophy had hardened.
"I understand for one thing," he said coldly; "that there is a matter of a divorce.

I thought you took the Church's view on that subject." "She has not done wrong." "You know her story, then ?" "No." Lord Valleys raised his brows, in irony and a sort of admiration.
"Chivalry the better part of discretion ?" Miltoun answered: "You don't, I think, understand the kind of feeling I have for Mrs.
Noel.