"Mr Alleyne made a private communication to me. He said words that he
must now regret. That is all. It was a mistake. Let us leave here.
Take me to my father--at once."
Rolph took Glynne's hand, and drew it beneath his arm, glaring at
Alleyne the while like some angry dog; but though Lucy stood there,
fierce and excited, and longing to dash into the fray as she looked from
Rolph to Glynne and back, her brother did not even raise his eyes. A
strange thrill of rage, resentment and despair ran through him, but he
could not trust himself to meet Rolph's eye. He stood with his brow
knit, motionless, as if stunned by the incidents of the past few
minutes, and no words left his lips till he was alone with Lucy, who
threw herself sobbing in his arms.