He leaped up in a mad outburst of passion, when Alixe Delavigne cuttingly broke the silence.

The old nabob knew that the desperate woman in her reckless mood feared nothing .-- "You have lied to me! You have tricked me! You have sent that girl away to Europe to hide her forever from me! I kept my pact, and, you deliberately lied!" She stood before him like an avenging fury, quivering in a passion which appalled him.

But secure in his skillfuly executed maneuver, he reached for his hat and stick.
"I defy you! I have no answer to your abuse! Draw off your fighting cur, Major Hawke, or I'll grind you and him in the dust!" The old man was frantic under the insult.

He moved toward the door.
"Stop! You go to your ruin!" cried the irate woman.

"Will you give me full access to your daughter ?" "Never! My Lady! Go and lord it over your whipped hounds in Poland--hide in your estates the price of the double shame of two most accommodating Frenchwomen!" "By the God who made me" she hissed, "I will bar your Baronetcy forever! I will find out that girl, and she shall learn to love me and despise your hated name and memory! It is open war now! and,--mark you--liar and hound, these two generals, the Viceroy, and, all India shall soon know what I know!" Then, with a clang of her silver bell, she called Jules Victor to her side.