“It’s nothing to you—nothing, sir, nothing!” excitedly shouted Bernard Burrage.
“Take her away from him, why don’t you?” fretted Lord Stanford.
Frank laughed with a cutting sound.
“That is very fine, noble sir!” he sneered. “It seems quite appropriate that you should stand still and order this feeble old man to take her from me.”
“He has the right to do it, don’t you know.”
“You do it, Lord Stanford—I give you the right to do it,” said the old man.
“Yes, come and do it!” urged Frank.
“Oh, can’t we get away!” whispered Inza. “We must!”
“If Barney would appear with the cab!” thought Frank. “I am afraid he was badly injured.”
Once more he looked around, but the one he wished to see was not in view.