“What did you mean,” he said, roughly, “about Daisy?”
“I mean,” said the vicar, laying his hand upon the young man’s shoulder, “that she has awakened to the folly and weakness of her dealings with you, sir, and to the truth, honesty, and faith of the man who has loved her for so long.”
“Podmore?” hissed Richard.
“Yes, Podmore. Now, Mr Glaire, your course is open.”
“What do you mean?” cried Richard, angrily.
“Act as a man of honour.”
“I don’t understand you.”
“And all will be forgiven. Good night.”
“Curse him!” cried Richard, with an impatient stamp; and he stood gnawing his fair moustache. Then, with a smile of triumph, damped by a hasty glance of fear up and down the street, he hurriedly closed the door.