Cedric's head was sunk on his arms, and his whole frame was convulsed with suppressed emotion; but when Malcolm put his hand on his shoulder, he started up as though beside himself.
"This is your doing," he said furiously.

"I will never forgive you, Herrick--never! Oh!"-- as midnight chimed from a church near--"this is our wedding-day--: Leah's and mine, and you have hidden my bride away! But you shall give her up," with an oath, and for the moment Malcolm thought the lad would have struck him in his insane passion.

Cedric was no mean athlete, and Malcolm was hardly a match for him, but he caught his uplifted hand and held it firmly.
"Don't be a fool, Cedric," he said quietly.

"Do you suppose this violence will serve your purpose?
Miss Jacobi has placed herself under my protection, and I shall certainly not betray her.

Sit down and behave like a gentleman, and let us talk this out.