“You won’t have it?” said she. “And pray—”
“Look here!” said he. “Maybe you’ve forgotten the time you accused that poor little chambermaid of stealing your ring, when it was in your purse all the time; but I haven’t. I won’t have Miss La Chêne called[Pg 201]—”
“Lucian!” she cried, spying her husband in the doorway. “Don’t let Mandeville insult me like this!”
The unhappy Robinson essayed a smile.
“I—I—I say, Mandy!” he stammered. “Sheila’s upset, you know, and—”
“Get her out of here, Lucian!” cried Mandeville.
“This is my house,” said Mrs. Milner, “and Sheila has a perfect right to be here. That little French thing has robbed—”
“Stop that!” shouted Mandeville. “Look here, Lucian, if you don’t get them both out of here—”
“Lucian, are you a man?” his wife demanded wildly. “Will you allow your own wife to be insulted and ordered out—”
Mandeville advanced toward his brother-in-law until he stood towering above him.