"May I come in? I wish to talk to you." "Yes, I suppose you do." If I hadn't known both his fathers, I would have marveled at his ability to suppress the rage and confusion he had so clearly exhibited a quarter of a hour ago. Jamie did it by instinct, John by long experience--but both of them had an iron power of will, and whether William's was bred in the bone or acquired by example, he most assuredly had one. "Shall I send for something?" I asked. "A little brandy? It's good for shock." He shook his head. He wouldn't sit--I didn't think he could--but leaned against the wall."