"What an idiot I am!" he cried angrily. "A boy in such matters--a child. Well, it is a lesson. I might have known that she would be as ready to receive attentions as her sister, and now I may go, and console myself by making love to the handsome actress who is ready to make love to me." "Another actress," he said aloud, as he strode on with his jealous anger up to boiling-point, his face flushed, and his teeth set fast. "Liar!" he exclaimed. "Fool! Idiot again! I will not believe it. Claire Denville is too true and sweet to listen to a man like that." He turned and went back faster than he had come, but he had walked some distance, and the return journey gave him time to cool a little and to ask himself whether he was going to watch--to act the eavesdropper--and whether this was a manly part to play. His indecision increased as he approached the down side of the stile, and he was about to turn and retreat when an excited voice, speaking loudly, sent a thrill through him, and running to the opening he leaped over into the cornfield. At the sight of Linnell, Claire, who had been up to now strong and heroic, grew feeble and helpless. "Mr Linnell! Help!" she cried, as she struggled to reach him; and as Rockley, white with fury at the interruption, loosed his hold, Richard Linnell was upon him, striking him a blow full in the chest, which sent him staggering back to fall amongst the corn. Linnell would have followed, but he caught sight of Claire tottering towards the stile, and he turned to help her, but Rockley had sprung up and, with a hoarse cry of rage, struck at Linnell with his riding-whip, the plaited whalebone falling upon his cheek, and making a weal right across his face. Major Rockley had better have restrained his rage, for in an instant that blow transformed Richard Linnell, the calm and quiet, into a savage. He turned round with a roar more than a cry, and sprang upon Rockley; there was a fierce struggle, ending in the riding-whip being torn from its owner's grasp, and for the space of a couple of minutes there was the sound of the lash cutting through the air, and the blows that fell upon the tight undress uniform. No words were uttered, but there was the scuffling of feet, the hoarse panting of excited men, and the corn was trampled down. "There," cried Linnell at last, flinging Rockley from him, and throwing the whip in his face, "dog and coward! You have had the thrashing you deserved. Strike me again if you dare." Major Rockley picked up the whip, and brushed the dust from his uniform. He strove hard to make his convulsed face smooth and to force a smile, while he mastered the desire to writhe and utter impatient cries, so keen was the agony he felt. "No," he said, in a low hissing whisper, "you are a stronger man than I, and when we meet again it shall be on equal terms." He accompanied his words with a vindictive look that told Richard Linnell plainly enough how they would encounter next.