An access of rage seized him:
"Give me the envelope. After all I'm master. Give it me!"
"No," she said.
"I will have it.... I will have that envelope!"
"No," she said, yet more forcibly.
He snatched the purse pinned to her bodice, for the top of it showed above its edge.
"Ah!" he said in a tone of victory. "The notary told me that you had put it in this ... as you did the gold medal. At last I am going to learn!"
But there was nothing in the purse. Disappointed, mad with rage, he shook his fist in Dorothy's face, shouting:
"That was the game, was it? Your friends set free, I was done. The envelope, at once!"
"I have torn it up," she declared.