He and Roy all but came to loggerheads that day; and they would have come quite to it, but that Roy remembered in time that he, before whom he stood, was his head and master--his master to keep him on, or to discharge him at pleasure, and who would brook no more insubordination to his will.

So Roy bowed, and ate humble pie, and hated Lionel all the while.

Lionel had seen this; he had seen how the man longed to rebel, had he dared: and now a flush of pain rose to his brow as he remembered that in that interview he had _not_ been the master; that he was less master now than he had ever been.

Roy would likewise remember it.
Mr.Bitterworth took Lionel aside.

Sir Rufus Hautley had gone out after the blow had fallen, when the codicil had been searched for in vain, had gone out in anger, shaking the dust from his feet, declining to act as executor, to accept the mourning-ring, to have to do with anything so palpably unjust.