“Dear me, Rolfe!” snapped the old man impatiently. “Do go home, for heaven’s sake. You’re tired and hungry—consequently out of temper.”
“Yes,” he cried, “I am out of temper because you refuse to render my sister justice! But she shall have it—she shall?”
And he stalked out of the room and closed the door noisily behind him.
Then, after the door had closed, old Sam raised his head, and his eyes followed the young man. In them was a look such as was seldom seen there—a look of double cunning which spoke mutely of false and double-dealing.
Chapter Forty Four.
Tells of a Determination.
Entering his chambers in Jermyn Street half an hour later, Rolfe was met by the faithful Green, to whom he gave orders to “ring up” Mr Barclay at Dover Street.
Then he went along to his room to wash and dress.