Their child.' `Our child!' `Our heiress!' `Ours!' for
still,
Like echoes from beyond a hollow, came
Her sicklier iteration. Last he said
`Boy, mark me! for your fortunes are to make.
I swear you shall not make them out of mine.
Now inasmuch as you have practised on her,
Perplext her, made her half forget herself,
Swerve from her duty to herself and us--
Things in an Aylmer deem'd impossible,
Far as we track ourselves--I say that this,--
Else I withdraw favor and countenance
From you and yours for ever--shall you do.
Sir, when you see her--but you shall not see her--
No, you shall write, and not to her, but me:
And you shall say that having spoken with me,
And after look'd into yourself, you find
That you meant nothing--as indeed you know
That you meant nothing. Such as match as this!
Impossible, prodigious!' These were words,
As meted by his measure of himself,
Arguing boundless forbearance: after which,
And Leolin's horror-stricken answer, `I
So foul a traitor to myself and her,
Never oh never,' for about as long
As the wind-hover hangs in the balance, paused
Sir Aylmer reddening from the storm within,
Then broke all bonds of courtesy, and crying
`Boy, should I find you by my doors again,
My men shall lash you from the like a dog;