Still keeping Fibsy with him, Stone returned to the Trowbridge house.
In this affair the Marquis of Trowbridge was his enemy, and with the Marquis he would fight, if there was to be any fight at all.
A shade of uneasiness darkened the confident face, and Trowbridge set his lips tightly as he raised the weight.
At this point Mr. Brent's eye fell upon Howard, who was explaining something to Mrs. Trowbridge at the far end of the table.
She listened, with anxiety scarce less than her daughter's, to the girl's account of the event as she had it from Trowbridge.
