A Fair Fraud — page 194: what you’re looking at

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A Fair Fraud 183 could see that Marion looked hot and annoyed, but as he could not hear what young Grigson had said to her he had no pretext for inter- ference. Anyhow, he knew very well that his proud little friend was perfectly well able to fight her’ own battles, so he felt certain that Mr Grigson, junior, wou'd get the worst of it. Matters, however, came to a climax towards the end of breakfast, when, at a suggestion from Mr Drury that his guests’ flasks should be filled with whisky, old Grigson called out to Marion,— ‘Just see after my flask, will you, miss? You'll find it in my greatcoat pocket in the hall.’ ‘I will ring the bell and tell the footman,’ said Marion, with a heightened colour. And she was rising from the table when Naylor sprang from his chair and stopped her. ‘No youwon’t! Pray sit down, Miss Blake’ +—and then in a lower voice he added, ‘I forbid you to wajt upon that brute.’ Marion raised her eyebrows expressively. ‘ You—forbid me?’ she repeated. | ‘Yes. /—I forbid you. Do you understand me?’ She thought she did understand, for she could not meet his eyes. ‘Just sit down,’ he said, and Marion obeyed him meekly without another word. GOMMGIOO <S (GO) uu