"Why, didn't your fellows tell you? They told me."
"Impudence will not serve you. I warn you, the one chance to save yourself is to be honest with me."
Harry began to hum a song, and, between the bars, he said, "You may go to the devil. I care not a curse for anything you can do. So think of your dignity, my lord. And hold your silly tongue."
Sunderland considered him keenly. A secretary came in and whispered. "I will see him," Sunderland said, and lay back in his chair.
It was Colonel Boyce who broke in, Colonel Boyce something flushed and out of breath. "Egad, my lord," he began. Sunderland held up his hand. Colonel Boyce checked and stood staring at his son.
Harry began to laugh. "Oh, sir, you're infinitely welcome. It only needed you to complete my happiness."
"Od's life, sirrah." Colonel Boyce advanced upon him. "Are you crazy?
What damned folly is this?"
"You know him then?" says Sunderland.
"Oh, my lord, it's a wise father knows his own son. And he is not wise, you know. Are you, most reverend? No, faith, or you would never have begot me. No, faith, nor enlist me to do murder neither. For I do but bungle it, you see. And make a fool of my Lord Sunderland, God bless him."
"Is he mad?" says Sunderland.