"Take care! I know a good deal about you. There are many men would be glad to know, definitely, what I know."
"Then ask them for an Inspectorship."
Benham drew a step nearer.
"Ay, and I can hit you nearer home."
"You might have, once. What can you do now? She's safe from you," answered Medland, with a frown.
"Yes, she's safe, but there's the daughter."
"Daisy!"
"Yes, Daisy." And he added, in slow, emphatic tones—"Yes, my daughter Daisy."
Medland was about to answer violently, but he curbed his temper and said quietly,
"Your daughter? Come, don't talk nonsense."