"You have spoke his sentence, girl! D'ye think I'd take you so--at second hand?
Oh, s'death! What d'ye deem me ?" He laughed again--in his throat now, a quivering; half-sobbing laugh of anger--and crossed to the door, her eyes following him, terrified; her mind understanding nothing of this savage.

He turned the key, and flung wide the door with a violent gesture.

"Bring him in!" he shouted.
They entered--Mr.Caryll with the footmen at his heels, a frown between his brows, his eyes glancing quickly and searchingly from Rotherby to Hortensia.

After him came her ladyship, no less inquisitive of look.
Rotherby dismissed the lackeys, and closed the door again.

He flung out an arm to indicate Hortensia.
"This little fool," he said to Caryll, "would have married me to save your life." Mr.Caryll raised his brows.