Stephen Foster rose and hurried toward the door; his face was pale with anger and alarm.
"Stop!" cried Nevill. "What are you going to do?"
"Sit still," was the hoarse reply. "I'll tell you when I return."
CHAPTER IX.
UNCLE AND NEPHEW.
Victor Nevill was on his feet instantly, and by a quick move he intercepted Foster and clutched him by the arm. He repeated his question: "What are you going to do?"
"Take your hand off me. I shall hear from Madge's own lips a denial of your words. How dare you accuse her of stooping to an intrigue?"
"I wouldn't call it that. Madge is young and innocent. She knows little of the censorious world. She has been left pretty much to herself, and naturally she sees no harm in meeting Vernon. As for denying my words—she can't do that."
"I will call her to account, and make her confess everything."