"Several things. One is that Sir Daniel quoted the slip betwixt cup and lip proverb. In fact, he hinted, more in manner than words, that I should never become your wife."
"Confounded cheek!" said Anthony, seating himself--he had been standing hitherto. "What right has he to interfere?"
"The right of a man who is in love with a woman," said Clarice.
"With an engaged woman," corrected Anthony. "Humph!" He took up the letter again. "Do you really think----"
"I am certain of it."
"But a man in such a position--a great doctor--a famous medical man--surely would not----"
Clarice again did not allow him to finish. "Yes, he would, if he wanted his own way, as Sir Daniel Jerce wants his. You see, Anthony dear, that Sir Daniel had always gained his ends by force of will. He tried to dominate me, but I was too strong for him. Naturally, he is irritated, and thus is ready to condescend to this"---she pointed to the letter--"in order to gain his ends."
"Well, I'm hanged. But you can't be certain."
"I'll soon find out if I can be certain."
"In what way--by what means?"