"I--I don't know. Oh, if I could only say a few words to dad--if I only could!"
"What would they be?"
"I would--ask him--how--he died."
"You have two stories offered for your choice. Are you content with neither?"
"Rodney, if my father were standing here now, and his spirit may be, would you tell me, in his presence, that you don't know why he disliked you?"
"Are you going into that all over again? To what end?"
"What does that man know of you? What does he know?"
"How can I tell what a half-witted man knows of me, or thinks he knows? Certainly he knows nothing to my discredit."
"Rodney--don't."
"Don't what?"