"I daresay. Everything but a husband."
"I shall be your husband."
"You!" she looked him up and down until he reddened to the roots of his straw-coloured hair. "I would rather be excused."
"You won't marry me."
"Certainly not."
Sargent grew childish with rage. "If you do not there will be trouble. I can ruin that man you love--that bounder Walker!"
"He is not a bounder; he is a man, and it will take a stronger man than you, Captain Sargent, to harm him."
"But I can harm him, and I shall do so," cried the captain, and his delicate face took on an expression of cunning. Weak as he was, Lesbia could see that wounded vanity might make him dangerous. "This burglary----"
"What do you know about it?" demanded Lesbia imperiously.
"Walker is guilty. Miss Ellis says so."