"It's so horrible to think of a mother being the means of her son's death."
"We don't know if he is guilty yet."
"Then how can he explain his presence on the terrace on that night?"
"His presence there does not mean that he committed the crime. He may be able to explain as well as Signor Ferrari."
"You doubt me, signor," cried Ferrari, wrathfully, starting to his feet.
"I have not said so."
"But you think. Dio, I am not blind. Well, if you doubt, bring me to this man, signor. I will make him tell all to you before me."
"Will you, then, come down to Deswarth with me on Sunday?"
"That is to-morrow! eh! yes, signor, I will come."
"And I too, Mr. Maxwell."