Leigh interposed before Rupert could reply. "Mallien, surely you will not behave so wickedly and selfishly as to keep all the money to yourself."
"Yes, I shall. The money is mine, and I shall not give a penny."
"You are a bad man," said Leigh slowly.
"Pooh! What do I care for your names?"
"Nothing. I can see that. However, I may be able to make you care. Dorinda, give me some of that tonic."
The vicar's voice was growing weak and his eye closed. Dorinda slipped her arm round his neck and gave him a dose of the medicine which shortly took effect. He opened his eyes again and spoke in a stronger voice. "Are you determined to behave in this unjust way, Mallien?"
"It is not unjust, and I do."
"You will keep all the money to yourself?"
"Every penny."
"And--if you can--prevent Dorinda marrying Hendle?"