The last words were flung at Littimer with contemptuous command. The hot blood flared into the young man's face. Enid's eyes flashed.
"If my cousin likes to stay here," she said, "why—"
"He is coming with me," Henson said, hoarsely. "Do you understand? With me! And if I like to drag him—or you, my pretty lady—to the end of the world or the gates of perdition, you will have to come. Now, get along before I compel you."
Enid stood with fury in her eyes and clenched hands as Littimer slunk away out of the house, Henson following between his victim and Williams. He said no words till the lodge-gates were past and the growl of the dogs had died into the distance.
"We are going to Littimer Castle," said Henson.
"Not there," Littimer groaned—"not there, Henson! I couldn't—I couldn't go to that place!"
Henson pointed towards the cab.
"Littimer or perdition!" he said. "You don't want to go to the latter just yet? Jump in, then!"