"And her honour is worth about as much to you, apparently, as your own! I am thinking of her--and of her only.

And, so far as I can see, there is only one thing to be done." "Oh, indeed!" Dacre's air of half-humorous persuasion dissolved into insolence.

"And I am to do it, am I?
Your humble servant to command!" Monck stretched forth a sinewy arm and slowly closed his fist under the other man's eyes.

"You will do it--yes," he said.

"I hold you--like that." Dacre flinched slightly in spite of himself.