Will you see him to-morrow ?" "Yes, I will call to-morrow morning.

Morris, promise me you will do nothing rash, nothing that will bring sorrow on all those who love you." "I shall bring a little sorrow on a man who hates me," said he.
He went out, and Mr.Taynton sat down again, his mouth compressed into hard lines, his forehead heavily frowning.

He could not permanently prevent Morris from meeting Godfrey Mills, besides, it was his right to do so, yet how fraught with awful risks to himself that meeting would be! Morris might easily make a violent, even a murderous, assault on the man, but Mills was an expert boxer and wrestler, science would probably get the upper hand of blind rage.

But how deadly a weapon Mills had in store against himself; he would certainly tell Morris that if one partner had slandered him the other, whom he so trusted and revered, had robbed him; he would say, too, that Taynton had been cognizant of, and had approved, his slanders.

There was no end to the ruin that would certainly be brought about his head if they met.