That he feared no personal violence was evident.

Indeed, it was possible Brett had over-estimated his own strength in suggesting the alternative.
The Argentine cousin laughed boisterously.
"By the Lord Harry," he cried, "I like your style! I will come in, if only to have a good look at you." They approached the two frightened women.

Margaret had recognised his voice, and now advanced with outstretched hand.
"I am glad to see you, Robert," she said in tones that vibrated somewhat.
"Why did you not let me know you were coming ?" "Because I did not know myself until an hour before I left London.
Moreover, you might have wired and told me to stop away, so I sailed without orders." The position was awkward.

The new-comer had evidently walked from Stowmarket.

He had the appearance of a gentleman, soiled and a trifle truculent, perhaps, but a man of birth and good breeding.
Helen was gazing at him in sheer wonderment He was so extremely like David that, at a distance, it was easy to confuse the one with the other.
Brett, too, examined him curiously.