“Do you deny that you’ve made love to both my sister and Miss Orr?” demanded Jim.
Physically the minister was no coward. He measured the slight, wiry figure of his wrathful opponent with a coolly appraising eye.
“My relations with Miss Orr are none of your business,” he reminded Jim. “As for your sister—”
“Damn you!” cried Jim.
The minister shrugged his shoulders.
“If you’ll listen to reason,” he suggested pacifically.
“I saw you kiss my sister’s hand! I tell you I’ll not have you hanging around the place, after what’s gone. You may as well understand it.”
Wesley Elliot reflected briefly.
“There’s one thing you ought to know,” he said, controlling his desire to knock Fanny’s brother into the bushes.
A scornful gesture bade him to proceed.