"Stop a minute." John paused at the door.
"Tell Ursula March she may marry you, or any other vagabond she pleases--it's no business of mine.

But her fortune is my business, and it's in my hands too.

Might's right, and possession's nine-tenths of the law.

Not one penny shall she get out of my fingers as long as I can keep hold of it." John bowed, his hand still on the door.

"As you please, Mr.Brithwood.
That was not the subject of our interview.