Estelle saw that her brother was far from sober; and the sight of his sister caressed by Lorry Tague would have maddened him even had he not touched liquor.

She darted between the two men.

"Don't be a goose, Arden," she panted, with a hysterical attempt to laugh.
"That fellow was touching you!" stormed Arden.

"You miserable disgrace!" And he lifted his hand threateningly to her.
Lorry put his arm round her and drew her back, himself advancing.

"You must be careful how you act toward the woman who is to be my wife, Mr.
Wilmot," he said, afire in all his blood of the man who has the right to demand of the whole world the justice he gives it.
Arden Wilmot stared dumfounded, first at Lorry, then at Estelle.