He was white to the lips, his eyes bloodshot.

"It must not be--it shall not be--I'll not endure it!" he cried hoarsely.
"Richard, dear..." she began, recapturing the hand he had snatched from hers in his gust of emotion.
He rose abruptly, interrupting her.

"I'll go to Wilding now," he cried, his voice resolute.

"He shall cancel this bargain he had no right to make.

He shall take up his quarrel with me where it stood before you went to him." "No, no, Richard, you must not!" she urged him, frightened, rising too, and clinging to his arm.
"I will," he answered.