Once there the girl laughed.
"Now there'll be another row!" she said.

"Between master and man this time." "I think not!" observed Copplestone, with unusual emphasis.

"For the master is afraid of the man." "Ah!--but which is master and which is man ?" asked Audrey in a low voice.
Copplestone stopped and looked narrowly at her.
"Oh ?" he said quietly, "so you've seen that ?" "Does it need much observation ?" she replied.

"My mother and I have known for some time that Marston Greyle is entirely under Peter Chatfield's thumb.

He daren't do anything--save by Chatfield's permission." Copplestone walked on a few yards, ruminating.
"Why!" he asked suddenly.
"How do we know ?" retorted Audrey.
"Well, in cases like that," said Copplestone, "it generally means that one man has a hold on the other.