"I tell you I will," cried Jessop fiercely; and he wrenched himself away from an elderly man who tried to restrain him. "Oh, Jessop, Jessop," sighed Janet, as she shrank from the lawyer's arms, and then hurriedly turned her head away as she met Clive's searching eyes. "But I tell you, you haven't a leg to stand on, man." "Then, curse it!" cried Jessop, "I'll fight on crutches. It's a false will, got out of the old man when he was imbecile. He would never have invented it himself." "What!" cried the Doctor warmly; and Janet burst into tears. "I say it's all a made-up, blackguardly concoction, schemed by my smug, smooth brother, who has always been fighting against me. Miner-- underminer he ought to be called. But it shan't stand. I'll throw the whole thing into Chancery, and fight it year after year till there isn't a penny left." "And you have been shut up in a lunatic asylum, and the best place for you," said the Doctor angrily. "Oh, now you've begun," cried Jessop, with quite a snarl. "You think your child's going to have a hundred thousand, do you, and that you will be able to have your coin all to yourself." "Jessop," began Clive excitedly. "No, no, my dear boy," said the lawyer, "there must be no brotherly quarrel. It is so unseemly at a time like this. Let me try and settle it." "What, make terms?" cried Jessop. "No; those are for me to make, for I've got the whip hand of you, and you shall beg to me if all the old man's cursed money is not to go to the lawyers. Now, then, what have you to say?" "Oh, Jessop, Jessop," whispered Janet, laying her hand upon his arm. "Will you be silent, fool!" cried Jessop, seizing her by the wrist, and giving her a rough shake. He had gone too far. Clive uttered a cry of rage, and flew to save the woman he loved from this indignity, but, as he dashed forward, his brother, with a mocking laugh, full of triumphant pride, snatched the yielding girl to his breast, and held her there. "No, you don't," he said coolly: "not you, my clever schemer. You can't hit a man through his wife." "What!" cried Clive wildly. "Yes, father-in-law," said Jessop, turning to the Doctor. "I am fighting for our legacy. Janet and I were married three days ago, and this is part of our honeymoon." CHAPTER FOURTEEN. AT DINNER. "Hold your tongue, boy! Don't contradict me. You're not to think because your father is dead that you are going to do just as you like. Try some more of that claret; it's very good. There were only fifty dozen of it, and your father and I shared the lot. I suppose you've got some of it left in the cellar--your cellar. Dear, dear! poor old Grantham, what a change! There, fill up your glass. That won't hurt you. I say it as a medical man. That's wine that maketh glad the heart of man; and one needs it now, for homes desolate enough. The miserable jade!" "It was not her fault," said Clive sadly.