"This can't go on, Berridge! I'll see you through—to the bitter end!"
Uvo was not an actor, yet here was a magnificent piece of acting, because it was more than half sincere.
"Will you really, Delavoye?" cried the accountant, shrinking a little from his luck.
"Rather! I'm not going to let you go stark mad under my nose. Give me that ring."
"My—her—ring?"
"Of course; it's your engagement ring, isn't it? And it's your duty, to yourself and her and everybody else, to break off that engagement with as little further delay as possible."
"But are you sure, Delavoye?"
"Certain. Give it to me."
"It seems such a frightful thing to do!"
"We'll see about that. Thank you; now you're your own man again."