“Which I never shall.”

“Master Jack, think better of it, I beg of you! Now that my lord is dead⁠—”

“It makes no difference.”

“No difference? ’Twas not for his sake? ’Twas not because you knew how he loved Master Dick?”

“No.”

“Then ’tis Lady Lavinia⁠—”

“No.”

“But⁠—”

My lord smiled sadly.

“Ah, Warburton! And you averred you knew us through and through! For whose sake should it be but his own?”