'Coward!' exclaimed Dulcie; 'coward and thief—how dare you? Surrender that locket instantly!'
'Not if I know it,' said he, mockingly, holding the prized trinket before her at arm's length.
'But for Florian's sake, I would at once apply to the police.'
'A vulgar resort—no, my pretty Dulcie, you wouldn't.'
'Why?'
'Not for Florian's sake?'
'Whose, then?'
'Your own, for you wouldn't like to have your old pump of a father down on you; and so you dare not make a row about it, my pretty little fury.'
'Shafto, I entreat you, give me back that photo,' said Dulcie, her tears welling forth.
'No; I won't.'