“I do not wish to prevent you from seeing him, Chetwynd, if you will promise to behave quietly,” she replied.
“I cannot let him go out of the world in the belief that you have acted properly to him,” said Chetwynd, fiercely.
“Then you shall not see him! Nothing you could allege against me would produce the slightest effect upon him, but you shall not disturb his latest moments.”
“You dare not leave me alone with him—”
“No,” she replied, in a severe tone, “because you cannot control yourself. In my opinion, you ought to ask your father's pardon for your manifold acts of disobedience, and if you do so in a proper spirit I am certain you will obtain it.”
“You venture to give the advice,” he said. “But have you yourself obtained pardon from my father?”
“Pardon for what?” she cried.
“For any crime you may have committed,” he replied. “It is not for me to search your heart!”
“I disdain to answer such an infamous charge!” she rejoined, contemptuously.
“Have you not shortened his days?”