“Oh, Jessop, Jessop,” whispered Janet, laying her hand upon his arm.
“Will you be silent, fool!” cried Jessop, seizing her by the wrist, and giving her a rough shake.
He had gone too far. Clive uttered a cry of rage, and flew to save the woman he loved from this indignity, but, as he dashed forward, his brother, with a mocking laugh, full of triumphant pride, snatched the yielding girl to his breast, and held her there.
“No, you don’t,” he said coolly: “not you, my clever schemer. You can’t hit a man through his wife.”
“What!” cried Clive wildly.
“Yes, father-in-law,” said Jessop, turning to the Doctor. “I am fighting for our legacy. Janet and I were married three days ago, and this is part of our honeymoon.”