"Then, by heaven, he shall answer it to me," Sir Felix had said very grandly, when his sister had told him that she was engaged to a man who was, as he thought he knew, engaged also to marry another woman. Here, no doubt, was gross ill-usage, and opportunity at any rate for threats. No money was required and no immediate action,--and Sir Felix could act the fine gentleman and the dictatorial brother at very little present expense. But Hetta, who ought perhaps to have known her brother more thoroughly, was fool enough to believe him. On the day but one following, no answer had as yet come from Roger Carbury,--nor could as yet have come. But Hetta's mind was full of her trouble, and she remembered her brother's threat. Felix had forgotten that he had made a threat,--and, indeed, had thought no more of the matter since his interview with his sister.
"Felix," she said, "you won't mention that to Mr. Montague!"

Sir Felix had vowed to avenge his sister for her ill-usage by Paul Montague. And Hetta was fool enough to believe him. Two days later, no answer had yet come from Roger Carbury. Hetta's mind was full of her trouble, and she remembered her brother's threat, which Felix had forgotten.
"Felix," she said, "you won't mention that to Mr. Montague!"
