I do suspect there is some trader's blood in the Westmacott veins.

Let us be clear.
You hold the wherewithal to ruin me, and you will use it if I insist upon my husband's rights.

Is it not so ?" She nodded in silence, surprised at the rapidity with which he had read the situation.
"I admit," said he, "that you have me between sword and wall." He laughed shortly.

"Let me know more," he begged her.

"Am I to understand that so long as I leave you in peace--so long as I do not insist upon your becoming my wife in more than name--you will not wield the weapon that you hold ?" "You are to understand so," she answered.
He took a turn in the room, very thoughtful.