Barnabas frowned, tore the letter across in sudden fury, and looked up to find Cleone frowning also.
"Man Jack, 't is proud you should be to lie there."
"Oh, sir, I grieve to disappoint you," said she, and rose.
"Let me pass, I warn you!" For a minute they fronted each other, eye to eye.
"But this is murder—positive murder!" cried Mr. Dalton.
Sir Mortimer paused, and with a sudden gesture tore the rose from his coat and tossed it away.
"So you meant to buy me, sir, as you would a horse or dog?"
All at once, Sir Mortimer was on his feet and had caught up a heavy riding-whip.
Barnabas espied a face amid the hurrying throng