Laurence released her arm, and she darted away wringing her hands in sad distress. Laurence made a step toward the place where Hinchley stood reading the letter with a look of doubt and astonishment.
"Stop," whispered Sybil. "What are you going to do?"
"Take that letter—know the truth."
She attempted to plead with him, but he pushed her aside and strode toward Hinchley. The young man looked up, startled at his unexpected approach, and made a movement to conceal the note in his hand.
"Give me that letter!" exclaimed Laurence, in a hoarse voice.
"A very singular demand, sir," returned Hinchley, coldly.
"I will have it—the proof of your treachery and hers—you miserable coward!"
He sprung forward, seized Hinchley in his infuriated grasp, and a short but severe struggle took place. At last, Laurence flung his opponent back and seized the note.
"Scoundrel!" exclaimed Hinchley. "Give back that paper."
"Never! I will read it!"