"Your bearing and your words, Don Martin, are such I should have looked for in you," he remarked.
And whose death comes so opportunely for thy rise, Don Alvar?
Mr. Don looks into the greyness from which this voice comes, and he sees his son.
Mr. Don rises, wincing, and Dick also is at once on his feet, full of compunction.
Mrs. Don comes in, as beautiful as ever, but a little ...