"Then why does Rebb shut her up?"
"I want to find that out, I tell you," snapped the other savagely.
Tod reflected. "Perhaps this girl is Rebb's daughter," he guessed.
Haskins started, as well he might. "I can't believe that," he declared violently. "She hasn't a drop of Rebb's blood in her body. And even if she were his daughter," he went on in a contradictory fashion, "that is no reason that he should shut her in that gaol, and set a beastly nigger to keep his eye on her."
"N----o," drawled Macandrew, his eye on the blotting-paper, "you say that this girl is like Charity?"
"The very image of her. That is partly why I fell in love so rapidly, Tod. Before you came along I did love Charity in a way; admired her beauty and all that. But somehow she never made my heart beat. Now Mavis is just as lovely as Charity, and more so."
"No! no! no!" growled Tod, striking the desk.
"Yes! yes! yes!" insisted Haskins, "besides, there is something in her personality which Charity lacks. I feel my heart beat and my pulses thrill and my whole being raised to heaven when Mavis looks at me."
"So do I when I look at Charity," retorted the lawyer, "but for heaven's sake, Jerry, don't let us pit the girls against one another. Mavis suits you and Charity suits me: there's no more to be said."
"Save that the girls might be twins."