"I choose to think that you are. I cannot but feel that if you had been loved as a boy—Your mother—"
"Did you ever see my mother?" inquired his Grace lazily.
"No—but—"
"Have you ever seen my sister?"
"Er—yes—"
"In a rage?"
"Really, I—"
"Because, if you have, you have seen my mother. Only she was ten times more violent. In fact, we were a pleasant party when we were all at home."
"I understand."
"Good Gad! I believe you are sorry for me?" cried Tracy scornfully.