"I'd be lothe to doubt it, Mr. Neville."
"I'd give up everything to call Kate my own."
"But you need give up nothing, and yet have her all your own."
"You say that because you don't completely understand. It may as well be taken for granted at once that she can never be Countess of Scroope."
"Taken for granted!" said the old man as the fire flashed out of his eyes.
"Just listen to me for one moment. I will marry her to-morrow, or at any time you may fix, if a marriage can be so arranged that she shall never be more than Mrs. Neville."
"And what would you be?"
"Mr. Neville."
"And what would her son be?"
"Oh;—just the same,—when he grew up. Perhaps there wouldn't be a son."