CHAPTER XXXIII.

Jordan followed Neville out. He was conscious that he had carried off the meeting well, very well; but with this consciousness was mingled no little apprehension. Neville had received his fraternal advances so coldly, to put it mildly, that Jordan knew he should have to be careful how he dealt with him; and he looked at the stalwart figure in front of him, and shuddered as he swore under his breath. He knew Neville’s temper of old, and that if he should be suddenly enraged he could turn and crush Jordan like a nut.…