I should really advise it." "I did not ask your advice.

What is your knowledge ?" "You will have it ?" he hissed.
"Yes." He leant forward, craning his neck, pushing his yellow face and hungering black eyes close into hers.
"Then, if you will have it, your brother--Maurice Gordon--is a slave-owner." She drew back as she might have done from some unclean animal.

She knew that he was telling the truth.

There might be extenuating circumstances.
The real truth might have quite a different sound, spoken in different words; but there was enough of the truth in it, as Victor Durnovo placed it before her, to condemn Maurice before the world.
"Now will you marry me ?" he sneered.
"No!" Quick as thought she had seen the only loophole--the only possible way of meeting this terrible accusation.
He laughed; but there was a faint jangle of uneasiness in his laughter.
"Indeed!" "Supposing," said Jocelyn, "for one moment that there was a grain of truth in your fabrication, who would believe you?
Who on this coast would take your word against the word of an English gentleman?
Even if the whole story were true, which it is not, could you prove it?
You are a liar, as well as a coward and a traitor! Do you think that the very servants in the stable would believe you?
Do you think that the incident of the small-pox at Msala is forgotten?
Do you think that all Loango, even to the boatmen on the beach, ignores the fact that you are here in Loango now because you are afraid to go through a savage country to the Simiacine Plateau as you are pledged to do?
You were afraid of the small-pox once; there is something else that you are afraid of now.

I do not know what it is, but I will find out.