And, by Jove! she'll find that it'll take more than herself to keep me away from Minnie Fay." "See here, old boy," said Hawbury, "you may as well throw up the sponge." "I won't," said Dacres, gruffly.
"You see it isn't your wife that you have to consider, but the girl; and do you think the girl or her friends would have a married man paying his attentions in that quarter?
Would you have the face to do it under your own wife's eye?
By Jove!" The undeniable truth of this assertion was felt by Dacres even in his rage.

But the very fact that it was unanswerable, and that he was helpless, only served to deepen and intensify his rage.

Yet he said nothing; it was only in his face and manner that his rage was manifested.

He appeared almost to suffocate under the rush of fierce, contending passions; big distended veins swelled out in his forehead, which was also drawn far down in a gloomy frown; his breath came thick and fast, and his hands were clenched tight together.

Hawbury watched him in silence as before, feeling all the time the impossibility of saying any thing that could be of any use whatever.
"Well, old fellow," said Dacres at last, giving a long breath, in which he seemed to throw off some of his excitement, "you're right, of course, and I am helpless.