Then he walked slowly back to the part of the room in which Frank was standing.
Crayford, directing the quartermaster, pointed to the arched door way in the side of the hut.
"I am sorry to hear of the accident," he said.

"You will find Captain Helding in that room." For the second time, with singular persistency, Wardour renewed the conversation with Frank.
"So you knew the Burnhams ?" he said.

"What became of Clara when her father died ?" Frank's face flushed angrily on the instant.
"Clara!" he repeated.

"What authorizes you to speak of Miss Burnham in that familiar manner ?" Wardour seized the opportunity of quarreling with him.
"What right have you to ask ?" he retorted, coarsely.
Frank's blood was up.

He forgot his promise to Clara to keep their engagement secret--he forgot everything but the unbridled insolence of Wardour's language and manner.
"A right which I insist on your respecting," he answered.