"To threaten me—that's what he came for. To threaten me that if I attempted to carry out the sentence of the law on that girl in Castle Rushen he would prevent it."
Fenella tried to conceal the joy that was rising within her.
"What do you think he intends to do?" she asked.
"Appeal to the Home Secretary against me, I suppose. I shouldn't wonder if he leaves the island in the morning. And if he does, and brings back a pardon, it will be a vote of censure upon me—nothing short of it."
The Governor strode across the room in his wrath, and then suddenly drew up on seeing that Fenella was smiling.
"But I see who is the cause of the man's insane conduct," he said.
"Who?"
"You! You've broken with him, haven't you? Because he had the misfortune to encounter that woman long ago you hold him responsible for everything she has done since. So to satisfy your ridiculous qualms he falls back upon me. The fool! The damned fool! And you are no better! I don't know what's taking possession of women in these days. I'm sick to death of their feminist imbecilities and the braying of their male asses!"
"But father...."
"Don't talk to me," said the Governor, and with blazing eyes he swept out of the room.