“Having wronged nobody I can look anybody in the face,” replied Alfred, looking him in the face point-blank. At this swift rejoinder, Mr. Hardie felt like a too confident swordsman, who, attacking in a passion suddenly receives a prick that shows him his antagonist is not one to be trifled with. He was on his guard directly, and said coldly, “You have been belying me to my very clerk.” “No, sir: you are mistaken; I have never mentioned your name to your clerk.” Mr. Hardie reflected on what Skinner had told him, and found he had made another false move. He tried again: “Nor to the Dodds?” with an incredulous sneer. “Nor to the Dodds,” replied Alfred calmly. “What, not to Miss Julia Dodd?” “No, sir, I have seen her but once, since--I discovered about the fourteen thousand pounds.” “What fourteen thousand pounds?” inquired Mr. Hardie innocently. “What fourteen thousand pounds!” repeated the young man disdainfully. Then suddenly turning on his father, with red brow and flashing eyes: “The fourteen thousand pounds Captain Dodd brought home from India: the fourteen thousand pounds I heard him claim of you with curses: ay, miserable son, and miserable man, that I am, I heard my own father called a villain; and what did my father reply? Did you hurl the words back into your accuser's throat? No: you whispered, 'Hush! hush! I'll bring it you down.' Oh, what a hell Shame is!” Mr. Hardie turned pale, and almost sick: with these words of Alfred's fled all hope of ever deceiving him. “There, there,” said the young man, lowering his voice from rage to profound sorrow: “I don't come here to quarrel with my father, nor to insult him, God knows: and I entreat you for both our sakes not to try my temper too hard by these childish attempts to blind me: and, sir, pray dismiss from your mind the notion that I have disclosed to any living soul my knowledge of this horrible secret: on the contrary, I have kept it gnawing my heart and almost maddening me at times. For my own personal satisfaction I have applied a test both to you and Skinner; but that is all I have done: I have not told dear Julia, nor any of her family; and now, if you will only listen to me, and do what I entreat you to do, she shall never know; oh, never.” “Oho!” thought Mr. Hardie, “he comes with a proposal: I'll hear it, anyway.” He then took a line well known to artful men: he encouraged Alfred to show his hand; maintaining a complete reserve as to his own; “You say you did not communicate your illusion about this fourteen thousand pounds to Julia Dodd that night: May I ask then (without indiscretion) what did pass between you two?”