Rupert looked at the little man in amazement. "I have always been your good friend," he said after a pause. "I have given you money and----"
"My own money," interrupted the visitor. "Much thanks for that. It won't do, Rupert. I won't allow you to work on my feelings."
"I never knew that you had any to work on."
"No more I have. I want justice, and justice I intend to have."
"Don't make such a row over the matter," said Hendle contemptuously. "You shall have what you want. But you can scarcely expect me to walk out of this house this very minute. We must take the will to the lawyers and have it gone into. Since you are behaving so brutally, I am inclined to defend my position. There is the Statute of Limitations to be considered."
"And there is me to be considered," said a quiet voice at the door, and the two turned to see Dorinda at the door.
"You have been listening?" snapped her father.
"Yes, I have," she replied boldly, "and what I have heard shows me what a cruel nature you have, father."
"Don't speak to me in that way," stormed Mallien, furiously.
"Oh, yes, I shall"; and Dorinda entered to place her hand on Rupert's shoulder as if to give him confidence. "You have not got Rupert's money yet."