He was just white with rage, and those light eyes of his were blazing with fury.

What was I doing with the lady?
How dared I offer her attentions which were distasteful to her?
Did I think that because I was a baronet I could do what I liked?
If he had not been her brother I should have known better how to answer him.
As it was I told him that my feelings towards his sister were such as I was not ashamed of, and that I hoped that she might honour me by becoming my wife.

That seemed to make the matter no better, so then I lost my temper too, and I answered him rather more hotly than I should perhaps, considering that she was standing by.

So it ended by his going off with her, as you saw, and here am I as badly puzzled a man as any in this county.

Just tell me what it all means, Watson, and I'll owe you more than ever I can hope to pay." I tried one or two explanations, but, indeed, I was completely puzzled myself.